My childhood
My childhood
My childhood was very nice, as I had all my brothers together, we had a big house with a garden with fruit trees and the antics we did when our parents went to work, hands lacked the employee to care for and correct, I grew up in the middle lots of love, attention from my grandparents, we never lacked food, caresses from our parents, but also a lot of correction to get out right ...
My family is a rare middle mixture between the adams family and my life simpsoms and always supported me an e have always been united.
When I was 8 or 9 years there was no Blackberry, no Wi fi did not have a play station. I imagined the Facebook . The landline was rare, and television, only in black and white, was a privilege very few houses had one, most were content to see it in black and white club and a single channel.
I remember one day , I think I had the flu, my mother came to my bed , which was covered in magazines and had surprised me with a mixture of curiosity face, wonder and novelty, that the club were unloading a large box, that contained a device that was like a radio but you could see the images of people talking . He seemed surprised at the strange "thing" and I comentócon that feeling of not knowing what "it" was . ( For me it began to unfold the great secret : They were people who spoke inside the device we called radio, and in that case as they had entering the ? )
With social friends did , but he had had no contact with my neighborhood gang : Tito (or minquia as he was many) , Basque Unsain , the skinny Delguy , the Vasquito , that every time I passed by the house I wanted to hit , Jorge, Ramon and Pepe , (children of Doña Teresa , who dragged a drama that I did not understand : they had killed the father . Anyway : friends you did not have to " ask friends " because we became friends and we endure spontaneously in time.
We played hide and seek
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