When I was a child...

... I played every day with my friends in the street.

Every time we were doing ''bad'' things: one day we painted the wall of a house with spray, but few days later the painting disapeared. Another day We called the police for an hour, and after the police came and asked why we called and they asked where we lived.
One day with a friend we went out by motorbikes when we were eight years old. We went to the forest with the motorbikes and when we returned in the garage my mom and my grandmother were waiting for me.

When I was a child not everything was bad, but it was funnier to write about ''bad'' things I did.