My grandparents would take me there. The pupils would form rows, one for each class, on colored lines painted on the floor. At half past nine, we would enter into the classes.
Two hours later, we would enjoy half an hour outside, at the playground. We would run, fall down, laugh, exchange stickers, and play games with our friends.
That day, Something special happened. I didn´t play nor exchange stickers. I remember that I was totally absorbed. And I didn´t want to tell anybody about it. It was my secret.
So, today, eighteen years later, I only can say: Nice to meet you and happy birthday, M.!
2 comments:
The candle is very original.
Where is it taken?
I do not know how to thank you for all.
I miss you
...::: CoRa :::...
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