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When I was a child, I would/used to sometimes go to work with my dad. He would/used to be a travelling salesman, and we would/used to drive hundreds of miles each day in the car for meetings in different parts of the country. You might think it was boring for me as a young child, but I would/used to love it. I would/used to go into the meetings with my dad, and sit there quietly drawing a picture or reading a comic. And the people in the meetings were always nice to me. They would/used to play with me or tell me jokes. I also spent a lot of time with my dad, and I have good memories of that. On the day I used to start/started school and couldn't go with him any more, I used to be/was really sad.








