My hometown and valueless stories

When I was a young boy, a tire of my bicycle frequently went flat. Nails stuck in my tire. I used to see many nails in my hometown. My hometown is a fishing village. I don’t know the relation between nails and a fishing village. I had visited to a maintenance shop and had the bicycle doctor repair my bicycle. I sometimes bought potato chips in the neighboring store. When I ate a potato chip longitudinally, it stuck in my throat. This is the one that I cannot recommend you to do. The shop I bought potato chips had sold salt, which was the only place where we could buy salt in our town. My hometown was very small. To go to the neighboring town by crossing a bridge was one of the most important step to go to a new world in my life.