KyodonZ

when i was a young boy in my village, the communists would often come and take all the food from the farm
the stores were always barren, we didn't have cars, but the priest was lucky enough to get a spare motorcycle back in world war 2. i remember we used to take stones and we would make them into little balls, we'd play games of bocce every weekend, but only if i wasn't making a day trip to the local well on my father's trusty donkey

Back in my day, we could only eat twice a day.