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my generation...
At summer 2016 my grandmother had 70 years after school graduation reunion party.
My mother drove her to the house where was her school before.
Then after I was asking how it was...
And my grandmother said, don't ask please and she swore too..
I think she still considering herself a young person and then you see other people,
Some people she hadn't seen for pretty much 70 years.
Few times I was thinking myself about my generation.. feeling of youth..those days..
I always feel of those days like spring.. happiness..and I was in a good shape, was going to the first ever gym in our city.