Story 9:
When I was a youngster, I was particularly excellent at acquiring soft toys from vending machines. You know, the ones with the claw and joystick. A few days ago, the supermarket near my house erected a comparable one, and of course, there are a lot of students lingering about it today, playing with the money they saved for breakfast. I was melancholy today and decided to play.
As a consequence, I, a 25-year-old woman dressed in a suit and heels, was encircled by a swarm of applauding children. I ended up taking all 30 toys out of the machine in 2 hours and handed them around to the kids. I have never felt better. © Overheard / Ideas
Story 10:
I like working out, disc golf, bowling, video games, landscaping, and yard maintenance, as well as financial planning and investment. I used to play soccer after work many times each week, but my knees have forced me to stop. © TheGoonSquad612 | Reddit
Story 11:
My father has been fishing all his life. I recall our bathtub full with pike and the smelt dad used to sell, as well as the scent of fish around the home and scales in the kitchen. Money troubles were resolved, food became normal, but Dad’s obsession continued.
Mom banned him from bringing fish home. He goes fishing, and we don’t care what he does with it later. But time, my mother and I went to a restaurant, and the server served us a specialty: pikeperch. Mum said, “No way I’m paying for fish!” © Overheard / Ideas
Story 12:
My mother has changed jobs several times. She is now a village librarian with some free time to pursue her interest. And she creates paintings like this.
They do not have high artistic merit; the important thing is that she and I enjoy them. For some, this is simply a farm road. However, I used to stroll down it every summer to go swimming at the lake with my buddies. © Svetlyis/Pikabu.
Story 13:
In 2020, I began experimenting with producing strawberries. At the time, the present scale sounded like science fiction. I didn’t imagine it would get this far. Strawberries are not simple to cultivate. It is a fussy crop.
My strawberries are now being supplied to restaurants and pastry stores around the city. They enjoy how well picked, fresh, and excellent my product is. © Ausbeute/Pikabu.
Story 14:
A year ago, I rescued a little cereus that had been abandoned on the office window sill by a colleague who had left her job. So, I took it home. The plant was astonished and grew twice as large in a year, in all directions. Now I’ve got my own green Doric column.
Then it was joined by a weeping fig that a coworker had ignored. In brief, I tried a little bit of everything, and they all miraculously healed and flourished. I don’t make any particular attempts. I exclusively perform ceremonial dances around the lemon, which smells lovely when it blooms. © Marina El Mapache | ADME
Story 15:
About six years ago, I stumbled across homemade sausage recipes on the internet. And even though I don’t have a smokehouse or a thermal chamber, only an oven, that doesn’t deter me. And this photograph is the consequence of my pastime. © Sister Mercy/Pikabu.
Story 16:
My granny is 84 years old. Her interest is manicures. Every day, she paints her nails and sketches on them. When I ask her what she wants from the city, she always answers, “3 bottles of nail polish in different colors, cotton pads, and nail polish remover!” © Overheard / Ideas
