Tales from childhood: Experiences.

Hello, dear children and adults! This is Mrs. Anne speaking. I'm an elderly woman, the mother of an adult daughter, and the grandmother of a young grandson.

I know about the disease that the lady in red suffers from. I feel so sorry for her! I don't understand those who stigmatize people who have been infected with this illness. The worst thing is that this is an incurable disease!

"Such cases happen. It's scary." my friend said and sighed.

"I hope she can handle it" I said with hope.

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Tales from childhood: Generosity.

"Mom, I want to give my old things to my friend." my daughter said.

"Good idea!" I said with a smile.

My daughter often gives away clothes and toys to those in need. This is right. There are people who need all this.

"Mrs. Anne, your daughter is a very, very generous and kind woman," her friend said.

Then my grandson was given a gift, too.

Tales from childhood: Village of my yoth.

Hi, dear different readers! I'm Mrs. Anne's friend. I'm an old woman, too. Also, I have two handsome grandsons.

My childhood was spent in the village. I remember there were a lot of cattle in this place. I worked a lot in the field.

By the way, some people think I'm weird because sometimes I start making jokes or telling stories from my life.

"Good morning!" a neighbor's child told me.

"Good morning, kid!" I said.

Now I've been living in our city for over twenty years. I remember how some girl with auburn hair and green eyes was watching her younger twin sisters. They were still young then.

Raymond's friend is my friend. I know his whole family well.

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Tales from childhood: My position.

Good evening, everyone! I'm Mrs. Anne. I often walk in a playground. My daughter and grandson walk there, too.

I'm already an old woman, so I often worry about my grandson when he runs somewhere or climbs a tree.

"Look where our boy went," I once said to my daughter.

"Mom, don't worry so much. He plays with other boys," she said.

I may be very nervous sometimes, but my grandson is an active child.

There was a case when he went onto the road and my daughter immediately took my grandson from there.

Also, I was worried about Timothy when he got into a trouble. For a while, the young man literally 'had no face'. But all the problems were resolved as I hoped.

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Tales from childhood: Ordinary young man.

Nice to meet you, dear readers! My name is Jack. I'm an ordinary guy. I'm Beth's age. I'm being raised by my grandparents.

"You're a wonderful grandson!" my grandmother said.

I have been going to the forest with my grandfather since early childhood. There we pick berries. My granddad knows forest plants.

Now we go out less often because I'm already a student.

Tales from childhood: Pretty talk.

There were many grey clouds in the sky on this day. But Mrs. Anne, her daughter, and her grandson went to the yard.

Sophie and Angela walked there, too. 

Mrs. Anne smiled in this moment.

Suddenly Timothy came into the yard and sat down on a bench. He was wearing an iron mask.

The elderly woman knew how to support other people in different situations.

Mrs. Anne rejoiced at the happiness of person. Also, she sympathized with the trouble.

Mrs. Anne sat down next to the young man. They started talking about everything in the world. Then Timothy took off his iron mask.

"I see the beauty of your personality." the wise old woman said.

"One boy can't sleep at night after looking at me!" Timothy said.

"He's very impressionable. He can't sleep on other occasions either." Mrs. Anne said.

Sophie and Angela understood that this old woman is kind to everyone and at all times.

Tale from childhood: Study of wisdom.

Little Sophie and her friends liked to listen to stories of neighboring old men and women. They told interesting life moments.

There was a very wise old woman in the yard. Her name was Mrs. Anne. She raised three children, worked as a doctor for fifty years; this elderly woman had a lot of life experience. Also, she supported people in difficult situations. For example, if somebody was ill. Then the old worried for this person, like her relative. She helped Sophie, they found her toy together, and it was her plastic doll with auburn hair.

Her daughter looked like her mother. She helped people in need. This woman knew how to pack quickly.

Mrs. Anne was one of those who couldn't understand the act of Lara's father.

Sophie was friends with her grandson; he was a four year old boy. He liked to play active games.

"Mrs. Anne really says wise things," Sophie thought.