Iremember as a child i loved the bright clothes. then, closer to the 13-14 years i began to love the black. the more i began to love the black, the more i became inconspicuous. i think black is the color drop-down stealth person. and the older we get, the more we have secrets. therefore, it seems to me that love black, this is perfectly normal. when i was 10, i had a lot of friends. now i only have two best friends, and a lot of friends. the older i got, the more i realize what real friendship. tastes in food also changed. the older i got, the more i started to like olives. probably no one in the child does not understand them. yet each time i changed the point of view, so when there are disputes i always try to find a compromise, because that good and evil depend on which side of the watch. opinions about people, too, have changed. the older i got, the more i stopped believing people. можно проверить грамматику?
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