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The night air was very cold. Alex, who had just come home from work, stopped his car when he saw a swing on the playground near his house. He got out of his car and slowly walked towards the swing and sat on it. One by one the memories from when he was little came to mind.
Alex clearly remembered that he was an innocent little boy who was weak and was often teased by his peers. At that time he who was very young did not know how to make friends so no one else wanted to be friends with him.
He could only sit alone on the edge of the playground while watching the other children play very excitingly. He could only imagine what it would be like to be one of those children playing. How does it feel to have friends to play with? He could only imagine all of this without being able to get close to the other children.