When I was seven years old in my hometown my family moved to a new house. That day my neighbors came to our new house. We celebrated at my new house. My mother, aunt and brother-in-law cooked something for dinner.
Before, my old house didn't have a floor. The new house had two floors. I was surprised. I walked upstairs and downstairs many times. I was very happy.
My mother said, " Go carefully! You haven't walked up and down stairs many times, have you?"
"Yes, I have," I said.
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