As for me ...
I was born in a small village in the north of France.
My father was an engineer, he worked in the factory nearby.
My "adventure" happened when I was 6 years old.
I am sure of the timing because when I was 7 years old my family moved to the south of France.
So my family lived in the housing attached to the factory.
The place was quite large, there was a vegetable garden and also a pen for the cock and some hens.
There was a gardener who took care of the garden and for the yard.
One day by some hazard I observed the cock riding on one hen.
I asked the gardener what happens.
The gardener said that the cock is to lazy so he rides on the hens.
But I understood immediately that it was a lie.
After that it was the same as all of us.
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