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I close the my eyes and I refer to an enchanted past, I can smell it, a smell of candy, rain, hot cake coming out of the oven, dirt, smells that mix in one, the good smell of my unforgettable childhood .... It was a truly magical time when I believed in Santa Claus that made my Christmas even more colorful, believed in fairy tale, had imaginary friends, played free on the street .... I had group games like: Pick up, Pick up, your master sent. I played with toys built by ourselves that was taught by my father and grandmother: Pipa, can cart (made with a can of Nescau or neston and pulled by a string), cart of cxeta (cart built with wood to carry materials). Football in the street camp and on the beach, volleyball at the friend's house. She loved to play fool people who pas*ed by on the street with a wallet tied in a string. Childhood has pas*ed, but the childish spirit is still within my soul. pro high are five Marias joins one, two, three ... Run the child of the mother of the street, with one foot and balance And inside the bottle, so much joy ... hardly knew it from the bottle in the universe of my childhood , trained what I am ... RITA REIKKI Privacy and cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this site, you agree to its use.