I though I could pull it off. So I instructed my actors about the story. I played the part of the police man. There were no sheets available. So I used a newspaper. Everything played well until the boy sat on me. I tried to get a grip on him but he ran away. Well. Jerk. He was my neighbor too.
Funny how selective our memories are when it comes to the childhood. I cannot remember a whole lot but I remember enough. Things that makes no sense.. like the dream I used to have when I was four! The day when I met the boy who became a great friend of mine.. For a couple of grades.. Well.. I got another best friend after that. Ok. I'm going on a tangent. But childhood is sweet. I thought it would be so cool to be an adult at that time. How wrong I was ..

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