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Brothers and sisters.../ Frères et soeur...
by joon

I was about five and my brother nine. WE were throwing a napkin in the air and I was laughing (thinking I suppose :"oh my brother is so strong, oh he is great.")
At a moment, we had the idee to throw the napkin above the light " which was "hanged" (not sure of the writings!). As if it was a wall!
He did it one time and I was applaused. We were getting excited and I suppose together we got the idee to throw it on the light. And so he tried and tried and succeeded.... Or maybe we didn't want to but playing to throw it to each other above the light, it stayed stuck at a moment! And mac, it was toc de mac!!! We were not able to take it back! I remember that we were looking at each other not knowing what to do and not even able to know if it was serious or no! I was five and reaching this place seemed very high! I suppose we were giggling a little bit until the napkin began to get darker and darker... We called our parents and after we were not excited anymore but rather quiet. Dead napkin burnt on a light!
Everyone has this kind of story... If I told you the ones of my father, it's one thousand times worth!

Come on, tell yours...

J'avais à peu près cinq ans et mon frère, neuf et nous jouions à lancer des serviettes de table dans les airs. Moi j'étais toute contente en regardant mon frère et je devais penser un truc dans le genre :" oh il est trop fort c'est mon frère." Genre!
A un moment, on a eu l'idée de la lancer par dessus le lustre. C'était cool.
Et à un moment, je ne peux pas dire si on en a fait exprès ou non mais en tout cas, la serviette est restée sur le lustre. On devait à moitié rigoler mais je me souviens aussi que l'on se regardait ne sachant pas trop comment faire. A cinq ans, ca semble haut un lustre. Je crois qu'on a commencé à s'affoler quand la serviette à commencer à devenir noire. Nos parents sont arrivés et forcément on rigolait plus du tout, on était même très très calmes. On a fait le deuil de cette petite serviette et puis voilà!
Allez y a olus grave, si je vous racontais les bêtises d'enfance de mon père!

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