my childhood memory is related to my younger brother. when I was 10, my family was scheduled to go mountain. but my brother and I didn't want to go mountain. so, my parents went mountain except me and my brother.
but that was big mistake. we are too young to cook something, so we were very hungry. we had little money that was able to buy only one cup noodle.
I eat one cup noodle with my brother on outside house in winter. that cup noodle was best taste of food.
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