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When I was about 6 I was in my parents bedroom. I don't remember why but there to my delight I found a baloon on the bedside table. In 1949 baloons were not easy to find. The color was not very exciting for a child, not red, blue or green it rather looked quite transparent and boring. But nevertheless I took it and tried to blow it up. I blew and blew and blew but it was very hard to blow up !
My cheaks got thick and thicker, my head red and redder and suddenly somebody stormed in the room snatched the still not blown up baloon out of my mouth and hands and screamed in horror ! I didn't understand the world anymore, it was my mother ! Why was she so upset that I had taken a baloon on her bedside table ? I had only taken one and there were cerainly some more left !
Later on I understood. And I thought if she wouldn't have put up such a fuss I would never had remembered the scene.
So keep this in mind : whenever your child finds a "balloon" or a X-Video in your home, don't forget it has not (yet) such a dirty mind as you have !
Why do you always buy baloons for Dad and never for me ?
