My little history.
When I was child, I lived in a farmhouse. My parents
worked every day because they were majordomos. So, they had to clean the
farmhouse. My mom had to make the food for the bosses. My dad had to clean the
big lawn. So, I like my childhood because I played with others children. My mom
took care of me all my childhood and she taught me good manners. In this
farmhouse I didn't worry about the city violence. I lived 8 years in that
farmhouse .So, my childhood was wonderful. I lived with my mother my father and
my dog, it was a pastor Aleman. I loved my dog because it and I Grew
together. One time my dog and I got lost in the farmhouse. My mom and my dad
were very worried because they didn't find to we, but we were sleeping in the
ground. We were ok. In this farmhouse, I've wanted do a camp in the ground, but
I didn't do because my parents didn't let me do the camp.
When I was 8 years, my mother and my father, took the
decision of go away to the farmhouse because they worked a lot. So, they were
tired and they wanted other work .So, they found an independent work. They
hadn't bosses. They were theirs bosses. So, we moved to the town that was
great! Because I met more people, I saw other life .A life more dangerous. More
big because I wanted study and be someone in the world, not only work in the
farm. But I miss, when I ran in the farmhouse , when I played soccer
with my dad and my dog, when my mom screamed me. I miss a lot of things.
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