Following my language's metamorphosis, I will tell all of you about an incident that happened when I was a child.
It was the previous week to christmas, when I was more or less 8 years old. With my two sisters, Marcia was 9 years old and Soledad was 12, we were coming back from a kid's party to our house. My mother and me were to a near store to buy batteries for a toy truck I received in the party, and my two sisters stayed home. When we came back, my older sister was in the roof holded by my younger sister with a thin wire. See the picture to get a better idea of how this situation was stored in my lad mind.
What happened was that my sisters were playing near to a window in the second floor of our house and suddenly the glasses of Soledad were thrown and landed in the gutter of the roof. So they didn't have a better idea to go and look for the glasses using a something as strong as a thin wire. I don't remember if my first reaction was laughing or frozing myself. Well the story finnished no so bad, just my mother punished my sisters after rescuing them
and the image was frozen and stored in my mind. Till now.
3 comments:
Bueno.. creo que está bien recreado, pero encuentro que tengo una cara muy contenta para la díficil posición que me encontraba.
Besos
Es lo qe hay no más... dibujar a pulso en el paintbrush se convierte en una tarea digna de Leonardo o Miguel Ángel a la hora de afinar detalles.
Pucha Dennis, te acuerdas cuándo me luxé el pie, pues hoy me cai por ir a un trabajo y parece que tengo lo mismo, porque no soporto el dolor y la hinchazon es en el mismo lugar, voy a tener que llamar a Don Neto para que me haga masajes, porque él se ofreció todos los días que estuve mal para hacerme los masajes.....
SNI; SNIF
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