The best I did

Hi, this is what I want to describe. It is a memory, not a story. I was XNUMX years old, and like everywhere in Iran, in the alley and in the general location of my friend, I was the same age and younger than myself. My friend was a boy named Alireza, he was XNUMX years old, he was white and plump, but he did not look like that, and I did not think about doing it at all. The house, I gave him a few games to play, we entered the building and I went to the house and brought the games, and sooner than that I went down the same path, but he also pointed a finger at me and, as the famous saying goes, moved his hand and told him what to do. He said, "Whoever dislikes our building, we are completely deserted and very busy. I went to the warehouse and opened the door and we went. It was in two hearts what to do. I took Kirshu in my hand and rubbed him. I used to rub it on the skewer. To do it, of course, not in the hole, just rub the carcass and lapayi, cut it a little bit, and put it on the corner. When I told him to hit me and I got water, it was all very right, please do not swear, if you like it, I will explain the next series, how did I write it?