My memories

My memories

When I was a kid I was thin and blond, I was the third son of my parents but the first man (my father always told to the hall family that he wanted a son to play sports with him), my mother is a librarian and my father an economist. When I was born my mother quit her job to take care of me and my sisters.
One of my earliest memories was the smell of rain after a dry season, another memory, I went outside and I could feel of the wet earth. The other thing was when my father and his cousin from Argentina sang to me different songs, my father used to sing to me when I was a child and nowadays I still remember those songs because it sounded really funny.
On my street I used to ride with my parents and one of those times I met my best friend Matheus, we went to Maceio and we met each other in the beach, we had lots of fun together and when I went to school for the first time I discovered that he was in the same class as me, so I remember until now our adventures in school, we used to play soccer and studied together, but today is not equal to what it once was.