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When I was still young, I went to sometimes stay at the house of my grandfather.
It was a house of one story.
There was an old well in the house.
I was in a certain evening, the back room of the first floor.
I was going to sleep with futon displayed evenly.
A sliding paper-door of the corridor side was opened for some reason.
I was able to look outside the house from a corridor.
The black car which shined stopped in front of the house.
Several sisters came out of the inside.
That the person of the house forgot to close a curtain was the evening in a moonlit night.
They entered the house and went back and forth in the corridor.
The skirt of the sisters and a squeezed curtain sometimes got twisted up and shook.
What was surprised at then.
One sister was flat, and there was not the part of the face.
I was fierce and have hardened.

I did this story by a speech at the age of 14 years old for three minutes of the class of the junior high school.
The reaction was not good enough.

And, the story that is good for this season is a story of the figure skating.