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>i kind of want to hear father and son stories right now, would warm my heart.
That one time when I was about 8-9 years old I played with my father in the woods in autumn. There was a big storm before and alot of the trees fell down. So there was a big hole next to the trees were the roots were ripped out of the earth. And because it was autumn all the holes were filled to the bring with dry leaves.
Me and my father jumped from hole to hole in to the leaves. It was the best day of my life.