Вопрос:

I remember as a child I loved the bright clothes. Then, closer to the 13-14 years I began to love the black. The more I began to love the black, the more I became inconspicuous. I think black is the color drop-down stealth person. And the older we get, the more we have secrets. Therefore, it seems to me that love black, this is perfectly normal.
When I was 10, I had a lot of friends. Now I only have two best friends, and a lot of friends. The older I got, the more I realize what real friendship.
Tastes in food also changed. The older I got, the more I started to like olives. Probably no one in the child does not understand them.
Yet each time I changed the point of view, so when there are disputes I always try to find a compromise, because that good and evil depend on which side of the watch.
Opinions about people, too, have changed. The older I got, the more I stopped believing people.
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