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I have been the notorious child in my family. Being the youngest at home I was loved the most by all family members. Everybody was afraid to let me out all alone by myself for playing with my friends. I remember that my mother used to lock the door so that I could not escape for play. But I waited for everyone to fall asleep and when the opportunity came I used to through my pair of shoes on the roof and then I used to climb up to the roof and jump out with my shoes heading towards the play ground. But when I came back my grandfather took the blame on himself for letting me out so nobody knew what was actually letting me out in the afternoon. But one day I threw my shoes to the roof and I climbed up and searched for my shoes and found one shoe missing. But I ignored it and left for the playground. When I came back I saw my mother with stick and a shoe in her hand. But fortunately my grandfather the savior came for my rescue. I asked him that how did they knew what was happening so he told me that after I left to play our neighbor came with the missing shoe and complained about how she was hit by my shoe.  This was my best childhood memory.