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What was the stupidest thing you did when you were a child?

Probably the stupidest thing is that I almost killed my brother. I can't remember the exact year. But the memory will not die because of your youth and ignorance, and you will not forgive your ignorance.

That winter, the north wind began to drill through the window, and my father prepared sorghum stalks, plastic sheets, and autumn leather nails that fixed the plastic sheets on the window frames in time. It was called this when I was a child, and then it gradually disappeared from my life, so that I didn't have time to think about how to write those words.

My brother and I are playing nearby. When we were young, we didn't have toys. We are each other's best playmates. We have a good time every day. Never tire of watching it! I didn't know that my brother put a nail in his mouth naughty. I gave him a leg lift. When I lifted his leg, he couldn't help laughing and swallowed the autumn nail with a smile.

Then there are all kinds of hectic events. Relatives and neighbors have come up with ideas: some say that fried leeks can be wrapped up, some say that they should drink some oil, and some say that they should eat steamed bread slices. Both of them have tried, and the father, who is still knowledgeable, carried his brother on his back and took him to the provincial hospital with his mother.

Our family lives in a small village under the county seat, and we have to take a green leather train to go to the provincial capital. At that time, I didn't know where so many people came from. There were so many people on the train that I couldn't get on. Afterwards, I heard from my father that my mother and brother were dragged up from the window by good people and separated at the station, so I used a big broadcast. When I went to the hospital to take a picture, the nail pointed down to the trachea. Of course, the nail was taken out smoothly.

After two days of torture and fear at home, all kinds of bad imagination in my mind. Most of them are my brother's accidents, so I have to be killed, right? I cried for a long time when mom and dad carried my brother into the house!