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Unformatted text preview: before. The sound of his boy sneaking out in the morning, just exactly the same as he had done before sent his imagination wandering. The creepy sensation kept sneaking up on him throughout the week. As the days went by more memories of the past flooded his mind. The sound of inboard motors, the three track road, all reminded him of those wonderful times that he had there as a boy. But watching his son get ready to swimming, and having no thoughts of going in himself, he soon came to realize the years were not the same. The true reality pulled his imagination out of the past and into the future. When I was a boy, my family took me to mountain every school holiday where we can had the fresh air going through our lung. It was enjoyable memory and would never be forgotten. However, maybe soon enough that I will do the same as what my father did, as I grow up and will have a child one day....
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- Spring '11