I have so many different memories, all of them being me back to my childhood. But while thinking of writing about something special I remembered the following. I was 9 years old when one of my elder brothers wanted to earn some money. There was an old and really scary house at the end of the street where nobody had lived for a long time because a man had killed his wife there. So, we made up our mind to get into the house and collect all the unnecessary pieces of iron to sell. Of course we decided to do this at night. We succeeded but unfortunately two days later our parents knew about it. I don’t have enough words to describe how furious they were))) They forced us not only apologise but also replace the roof ( it was made from reeds and we accidentally broke it), so we had to go to the river to chop the reeds and build a new roof. It was very difficult but we nailed it). All in all the thing we most regretted was we weren’t be able to sell our metal, because our grandmother found where we hid it and threw it out(((.