I was enjoying the afternoon sun when the sky sunddenly wept. There we were… sinking paper boats in the puddle.
My brother made a boat out of styrofoam. He powered it with some dynamo he got from a broken toy racing car. That was the time I learned how to play with batteries and masking tapes.
While propelling in our vast garden flood, we shot it with pebbles. We burned the hell out of that boat. How mesmerizing the melting foam was.
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