POST 3: My childhood days

 Whenever I catch my mother's perfume or fell her smell, I inmediately have memories of my childhood day, I specifically  remember one day when I was 5 and I didn't want her to leave to work because I wanted her to stay with me, and so I kept telling her " put me in your bag and take me to work with me"

Maybe when I was 5 or a little older, I don't remember exactly my age at the time, my siblings and I were always playing in the mud and my mom always would get mad at us every single time for all the mess we would make. All my favorites childhood memories are from my grandfather's house in the countryside, where he loved to prank us or go on long walks with us.

I learned to ride a bicycle with my siblings, I was a very fearful child so it took me a long time to decide learn to ride a bicycle. We stayed in street near  my house and my brother hold my hand all the time  while my sister recording everything. When I was 7 my uncle taught me swim, he literally  picked me up and throw me in to the river, so I know how to swim like a dog.

My childhood was good, because I had my siblings and I was loved.