مولد صوت AI old woman بواسطة Fish Audio

I remember when I was just a little girl, about seven or eight years old, there was this lovely old general store on Main Street. The shopkeeper, Mr. Thompson, would always give us children a piece of candy when we'd come in with our mothers. Those were such sweet times.

You see, back in those days, we had this neighbor, very, very kind woman she was. And she would come by sometimes when things were hard, bringing food and such. But people didn't understand her ways, and she kept mostly to herself, working in her garden all alone.

You see, back when I was young, we lived in a small farming community, and everyone knew each other's business. The children would play in the fields while their parents worked, and there was this one family that... well, they were different than the others.

I remember back in 1812, when I was just a little girl, there was this lovely old church on Main Street. Every Sunday, we'd gather there, all the families from around town. The minister's wife, Mrs. Thompson, would always bring fresh-baked bread for the children after service.

I'm eight and nine years old, and I've seen the same patterns repeat themselves. Young people never listen to the warnings, never learn from history. I've watched them make the same choices, generation after generation, always thinking they know better.

I remember when I was just a little girl, maybe six or seven, there was this lovely old general store on Main Street. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, would always give us children a piece of penny candy when our mothers came to buy groceries. Those were simpler times, indeed.

Oh hello dears, I'm back again. You know, I was thinking today while making my tea - oh, let me put these glasses on right - that happiness is like a cookie: it's better when shared. My grandchildren taught me that. Isn't that sweet? Love you all, my darlings.

When I was young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, I remember working in the garden with my mother. She was very, very particular about how things should be done. The neighbors would sometimes come by, but we didn't talk much, just kept to our work.