When I was like 7 years old, I liked Spider-Man very much. So, I thought I was him and that I could climb walls and shoot spider-web. One day I both one foot on one edge of the door and the other foot in the other edge. Later I started to climb up with my hands an feet. After a moment of climbing I started to cry and all my family started to laugh. Then I fell and my dad caught me in the air. That was a very embarrising moment because there was a party in my house and almost everyone saw me. My family still bother me about it.
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Good story, but not quite like Tom Sawyer's situation.
Mr. Lopez
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