A nice, simple, sweet paragraph, amusing to read.
Good command of the English language too.
My whole childhood I spent with my cousion Nikola.
My cousin Nicola and I grew up together.
Lots of people thought we were twins because we both were of a dark skin and fatty
Everyone took us for twins because we both were dark and chubby.
, we were wearing the same clothes and we had the same perambulators.
We wore identical clothes and had identical perambulators.
(NOTE: In the UK, "perambulator" or "pram." In the US, "baby carriage")
We grew up together and had a few laughs in the meantime.
Once when his grandma was making cakes, she gave us leftovers from the chocolate to eat it.
I remember one time when Nicola's grandmother gave us some chocolate left over from baking a cake.
Howewer, we didn't eat it, we were playing with it.
But we didn't eat it -- we played with it instead.
We were all covered in it, our faces, hair, clothes, everyhing...
We got covered with it -- our faces, our hair, our clothes . . .
I still have a picture of that day in my bedroom as a nice rememberance of our childhood.
I still have a photograph of that day, which I keep in my bedroom as a fond reminder of our childhood.
When we were 3 years old, our families went together in Baška
When we were three years old, our families went on a vacation to Baška.
and Nikola and I were playing together on the beach. Suddenly, a little Italian girl took my bucket
Nicola and I were playing on the beach when a little girl from Italy grabbed my bucket.
and she didn't want to give it back to me, so I took the shovel and smacked it on her head.
When she refused to give it back, I smacked her on the head with my shovel.
She started to cry loud, but I wasn't care about her.
She set up a howl but I didn't care;
I was delighted because my bucket had been given back to me.
I was just happy to get my bucket back.
At the family gatherings, our mums still talk about our crazy days of childhood, especially my fighting skills
At family gatherings, our mothers still talk about our crazy days of childhood -- and especially about my fighting skills.
and my cousion calls me dangerous girl.
My cousin still calls me "Dangerous Girl."
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