It's 8:20, should be washed in and out for work but I'm still in bed. For twenty minutes I started to wake up and so far I'm getting there.
Liliana, one of my sisters sent me as a gift from Children's Day a couple of pictures of me in 1991. My memories of the day for children, like my childhood in general, are divided in two. The times in which we were very poor, and I dressed in gypsy skirts and necklaces for my mom. And the couple of times when we ate sausage and beans every night, and my mom sent me to make a costume for any crazy thing I could think of: Dutch, American Indian, etc. By 1991 he was in fifth grade and we were very skinny cows, so Lili made me a costume of "old lady" in newspaper, and formatted a picture of an encyclopedia. As she can not do anything halfway or wrong, put a lot of attention to the details of clothing and accessories: shoes, hat and umbrella to match. It would take at least three or four months between the planning and execution of this masterpiece of engineering. Moreover, as my house did not buy the newspaper depended on the generous support of my grandmother and neighbors. I do not think ever, "El Colombiano" has served a noble purpose. My memories of that day is nice, although I lost the competition of "costumes recycled" on a child if she had made her costume, despite rained that night and for obvious reasons I had to dress as a gypsy again to go for my sweet.
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---- 1. This is one of the many stories that came to my head while reading an article in NY Times about how people who have sisters are happier. My brother, the poor, said that as the effect does not scale with the number of sisters.
2. Children's Day came from unless they changed the "Triqui Triqui Halloween, I want a candy for me and if you give me I'll rip the nose" for the very bland "I want peace, I love, sweet love please" . Who made us the halloween hippie?
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