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Hey, this is Mel Gibson speaking directly to you. Listen carefully - I want to make it absolutely clear that I don't have any Twitter or Instagram accounts either, okay? Anyone claiming to be me on these platforms is fake, okay? Don't be fooled.

When I was young, very young, there was this neighbor of ours, a kind woman who lived alone. She would sit on her porch every evening, and the other people in town, they wondered about her, why she never married or went to the social gatherings.

You know I've been thinking about all these photographs in the old albums and how nobody knows the stories behind them anymore and I realize I should tell these stories to my grandchildren before they're lost forever it's something that keeps bothering me.

My son thought he could force me into a nursing home and sell the house I built with my own two hands. He underestimated me. I changed my will that same afternoon, leaving everything to the local library. Some lessons are learned the hard way, and he just found out.

And when I was young, maybe about sixteen or so, we had to work very, very hard in those days. The community was different then, and people would help each other more. My mother, she would always say that times were harder but people were kinder.

In those days, we children would spend our afternoons beneath the ancient oak tree, listening to the whispers of the wind through its branches and watching golden sunlight dance upon the meadow flowers.

There's something magical about our evening markets, where the air fills with laughter and stories shared among friends. From the colorful displays of local crafts to the dancing shadows cast by lantern light, each moment creates memories that bind us together as one community.

In those days gone by, there lived a wise old owl in the ancient oak tree, watching over the sleepy village below. Every evening, as the golden sun set, he would share stories with the children gathered beneath his branches.