Fickle Business / 100 Words

Describe a childhood memory in exactly 100 words.


If you yank the grass from the ground where you sit during a field day in elementary school, and throw it on the top of a cute girl’s head, this is the equivalent to a marriage proposal. At least, that’s true according to my parents when I was seven. I never understood why we do bad things to the people we love, and I still don’t. Unfortunately, I’m guilty of this occasionally. Maybe, it’s because we love too much. That’s the reason I believe, none else. I didn’t actually like this girl, but being a hopeless romantic is fickle business.

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