My parents lived in the state system, which enabled them to retire at my age. On the other hand, I still have to work for many years before I retire. After retirement, they devoted themselves to their hobbies and travels. I can freely claim that they had a significantly different life than me. However, I won't talk about it in particular; instead, I will tell you a short story with the same theme.

Sandro's parents were a pretty adventurous duo. At Sandro's age, they were embarking on a grand expedition to the Amazon rainforest, searching for the elusive Golden Macaw. They were renowned explorers, known for their daring escapades and ability to charm even the wildest creatures.

As Sandro delved deeper into his imagination, he envisioned his parents trekking through dense jungles, battling mosquito swarms, and encountering exotic creatures. They would swing from vines like Tarzan, their laughter echoing through the trees. Oh, how he wished he could have been there to witness their wild adventures!

But Sandro's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was his mother, holding a tray of freshly baked cookies.

"Sandro, dear, I thought you might be hungry," she said with a warm smile. "Your father and I were just reminiscing about our younger days. Would you like to hear a story?"

Eagerly, Sandro nodded, settling down on the couch as his parents joined him. Mother began, "Well, at your age, we were actually quite the naughty pair. We had just joined a traveling circus, performing daring acrobatic stunts high above the crowd. Your father was known as 'The Flying Falcon,' and I was 'The Daring Diva.'"

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Father chimed in, "Ah, those were the days! We would soar through the air, defying gravity and leaving the audience in awe. But it wasn't all glamour, my boy. We had to practice for hours, perfecting our routines and overcoming our fears. It took dedication and a lot of bruises!"

Sandro's eyes widened with excitement as he imagined his parents flipping through the air, their colorful costumes shimmering under the spotlight. He couldn't help but giggle at the thought of his usually composed parents performing such daring feats.

Mother continued, "But life wasn't all about circus acts, my dear. We also had a passion for art. At your age, we were traveling the world, capturing its beauty on canvas. We would set up our easels in bustling city squares, serene countryside landscapes, and even atop majestic mountains."

Father added, "We would spend hours painting, losing ourselves in the vibrant colors and intricate details. People would gather around, admiring our work and sharing stories of their own. It was a magical time, my boy, filled with inspiration and a deep appreciation for the world around us."

As Sandro listened to his parents' tales, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They had lived such extraordinary lives, filled with adventure, creativity, and a zest for life. And here he was, their son, with the same potential to create his own remarkable story.

He realized that his parents' stories were not just tales of the past but a reminder that life is meant to be lived to the fullest, with a touch of mischief and a dash of creativity. Who knows what extraordinary tales he would have to share when he pondered the question, "What were my parents doing at my age?"