My best memory is staying in bed as long as possible on Sunday mornings.
My best memory is staying up as late as possible and reading my books on Saturday nights.
My best memory is putting on my first ballet shoes.
My best memory is the first glass of water I had, after a long march with lanterns in a summer evening.
My best memory is carfully going in and out of the mosquito net, which was a kind of symbol of summer in my country at that time, without letting mosquitoes in it.
My best memory is scary poplar trees in summer morning mist.
My best memory is doing fireworks with my family and friends.
My best memory is looking up the night sky and trying to find the groups of stars.
My best memory is looking at the white moon in the early evenings.
My best memory is finding tiny, new sprouts of tulip after the layer of snow had gone.
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