Friday, May 11, 2007

kites and toy cars

There are few special things to tell about my childhood,maybe because it´s was very normal and happy one. This cold weather of autumn brings to my memory a lot of things that I remember about my chilhood.One of them is when I was a little child, and My father and I used to spent our time in a huge field, flying my kite.This field was a vast green camp which was placed very near my house.The ground was so plain and the grass so green that you can easily run through it, without paying much attention if you trip with the stones.There were several days of autumn which the weather was lovely:warm sunny days,very bright sunny days and a breeze caressing your face.These days were made for flying our kite. My dad used to make my kites, he had a skiil to build them.This was something special for me because the mayority of the kids that went there bought their kites, and their were not so good.I remember the joy I felt each time we went to that beautiful field.They were magical afternoons with my dad, as he taught me how to control the kite in spite of the strong wind.Now I remember another special toy that I used to have in those times. As I said, my dad had a special gift to build things such as toys and other stuff.Once he built a car, and it was great.I was made of wood, and the wheels and the steering wheel were part of an old toy car which was broken. When he finished building the car, he even pasted the bodywork with cigarretes brands stickers, as it was a F1 car.However, the car didn´t have propulsion, so in orden to move it you have to push it through a slope to get speed.I remember I was sitting in the car and my friends had to push: it was incredible the speed that car got!!!It was so fast that my friends were astonished.Obviously there were times that I was running so fast that I couldn´t control the car and crushed.I got hurt many times,but it was so funny and exciting that I didn´t care about it.I was so happy when I was a child that I would like to go back to those times.

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