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Essay heading: my childhood
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They give me a lot of good memories.
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Children all like places can give them fun. They all like playing in the park, on the beach, and with a lot of friends. Some of them are lucky because their parent has time to go out with them, but some of them are not. I think I belong to the lucky side.
When I was a child, my parent always took out time to go out with me...
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