dissabte, 22 de maig del 2010
dilluns, 3 de maig del 2010
MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
When I was five years old, I, my family and some friends went to travel in France. We went to a park where there was a fountain. In this fountain people threw money. My brother, Albert, who was eleven years old, told me, that, if I threw myself into the fountain and I took the money , I would be very rich. And I threw myself into the fountain. My father, saw me in the fountain, he took me out.
I didn’t take any money but I refreshed a little in that hot summer.
With six years old I caught a pneumonia and I went to hospital. When I was good, with another boy we did races in the hospital’s corridors holding medician stick. Finally, we nearly ran over a nurse. She told me and my friend not run in the corridor.
But I won the race and this is the most important thing.
I didn’t take any money but I refreshed a little in that hot summer.
With six years old I caught a pneumonia and I went to hospital. When I was good, with another boy we did races in the hospital’s corridors holding medician stick. Finally, we nearly ran over a nurse. She told me and my friend not run in the corridor.
But I won the race and this is the most important thing.
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