Everyone has memories, good and bad. The story that I told a good joke is one of my story.Once two years ago. Me and my friends go back to old school to Wai Kru ceremony. I'm waiting for the first row of the school while waiting for my friends to eat and sit at a restaurant. Not long after that, my friends, it's coming. We hurry journey to Saint Francis Xavier Convent School in order to keep up the ceremony. When we walk into a Your teacher let me represent flowers guests Director I feel very excited. I change my skirt and shoes by borrowing a friends. Because of my short skirt and boots, I was wrong too mess. In the end, it's time for me to tongmopdokmai. As I was walking in the middle of the pitch. With borrowed shoes, a friend made me put it unfamiliar. I also stumbled, rope, shoes themselves, and holding the flowers drop down. In that moment, everything look slow, exhausted, My heart almost leapt The noise in the stadium with the capability to simultaneously exclaimed shocked. I keep the flowers and go like nothing happen. Despite the fact that I barely wanted to run around in the outside world, and in the end, and after that everything went well and passed, although I will be doing this to shame, but I'm not imagine grieving in a clumsy, of itself, because it is one of the best memories of my story.
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