My story

For me it is difficult to find a favorite story from my childhood, because throughout my childhood I lived very beautiful experiences. So I will cite three experiences for me, that at time were very important and I remember it with nostalgia.

The first story was when I was six. I was sleeping one night when suddenly I heard people screaming, scared me a lot and I went to the room of my parents. What was happening was an earthquake, and people were screaming a lot on the street desperate and terrified, but was so slow that my parents told us that we were back to sleep. The next day we laugh so much for what had happened.

The second story is very funny, but now I really scared. I had about seven years and was with my brother who is one year younger than me, and we were on the stairs of my house playing with a lighter flame. And then playing around, hiding from my mom of course, launched in lighter steps, and to our surprise a fire lighter exploted. We scared a lot, but after that experience I always be careful that the fire lighters are not going to plunk down, because I know it will explote. 

One last story happened when I was about ten. We went to the amusement park and had an attraction of a bus turning in the air, I was terrified, but my brother annoyed me so much telling me that I was not brave, I did row with him and my dad, but just when he was going to enter in the attraction, his height was less than the required, but I already was on the other side, then went up to my dad. It was so unpleasant, that hardly down, I vomited all I was eaten and gett sick several days later.