The last memory of you and your brothers I had was of us climbing the mud wall in your backyard. Remember we were covered with thick, yellow, grimy mud from top to bottom? Then, to somehow fool our mothers and make them think we were up to no mischeif, we washed everything off with a garden hose and ended up cold and wet.
:D
I don't remember much, and that is my big loss. Thank you nevertheless. Looking forward to making more! See you in two years time.
Have a nice long flight.
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