Some time back, when I was a kid, my mum sent me to the shop. She gave me the money and explained to me the items I needed to buy.
So I made a beeline to the shop, hoping I would buy myself some sweets with the left-over change.
But when I got there, something bizarre happened.
I couldn’t remember the stuff I needed to buy.
Not. Even. One.
I stood there staring blankly at the shopkeeper wondering what to do next.
Going back home was quite a distance. But that wasn’t the problem.
I simply didn’t know what to say to my mum once I got there.
With all the courage my 7-year-old-self could muster, I explained the strange situation to my mum. Luckily, she understood and wrote down the items for me.
I happily handed over the list to the shopkeeper and bought the items with incredible haste.
And yeah, I bought myself some tasty-looking sweets with the left-over change.
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