My father took me on his bicycle once. My leg got caught
in the front wheel
and there has been an oblong scar on my left foot since
then. Similarly I fell off
a scooter while riding with a neighbor. There was
this fellow who was a few
years older than me and was a regular trouble monger.
One evening he
suggested that we two should go to the nearby police line, eat
something
called Bilai fruit, and pluck what was a long stem with a ball shaped
growth in
the end, called tappoo. I sincerely got excited and went along.
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