My Childhood

In my opinion, I was brought up solely by my father and my brother. My mother was always working or studying and when she was at home, she didn't stay with me, she was too tired. We used to live in an apartament and one of my memories there, is that my father used to cary me to my bed and tell me a story that he had invented. He always whistled when he left my bedroom which meant "good night". Now, he says some things whistling to me.

My brother anda I are very close and I remember when we moved to a house. We were playing ball at the garage and we broke my mother's plant. We were so afraid of my mother's reaction that when she arrived he told her that it was his fault and I told it was mine. My mother was so impressed we were protecting each other that she didn't do anything.

Well, I don't have just good memories. In 2007, I went to Florianópolis. My brother and I were jumping waves in the sea when we saw a little pink and purple thing. I tried to catch it and when I touched the thing, it burned me. It was a jelly fish. My brother tried to help me and he was burned by the jelly fish too. It was a terrible experience but in general, my childhood was full of hapiness. Especially because my father and my brother were always with me.