Childhood memories are always fun to look back upon because
many of them give you the desire to go back to those moments just for one day.
I recall a moment in my childhood where I began to recognize the difference between
boys and girls. We lived along the shore of a river during my childhood
years and fishing with neighborhood friends of both genders was very common. On
a cold and rainy Saturday morning I caught a large carp and carried it to the
closest house I could, which was Tiffany’s house. I showed her my prize catch
and she immediately gagged and went back inside. I was a little disappointed at
her response but I realized I was a boy and this was something to brag about!
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