My first bike

I will never forget about the Christmas when I was eight years old and I still believed in magic.

It was set in the morning 6th of January, it have past the kings night and I felt really excited with the presents that where at the living room.

All the family was opening the gifts that belong each one, the biggest one was for me and I felt important for that, I hurried up to discover what the paper was hiding. As soon as I have ragged it only a little I know what it was, it was my first bike! It was shine red and it fitted up me perfectly.

I was such pleased that I couldn’t stop looking at it. The huge surprise was while I focused on the back of the bike, it was a name wrote and it wasn’t mine! I was very shocked and I asked immediately my parents the why of that, I couldn’t understand that magic kings made a mistake.

Finally, my parents felt compelled to reveal me the truth. The bike wasn’t entirely new; it was from one of my relationships that he hardly ever used it. Despite of I felt disappointed and sad with that news, the bike liked me a lot.

My summer's story

This summer I went to Menorca with my father's family. One day we decided to go to a beach that is at the north of the island its named Caballeria. A time I went inside the water alone and a few minutes later I realized that I was so far from the sand and my father was shouting to me to come back. I tryed to obey him and I began to swim but I couldn't move a meter or, my father decided to come to help me but after trying, he also recognaise that even I was fitter than him and he started to despair and to shout sos to people at the beach, everybody was looking like if we were a show. The beach has not lifeguard. We already have an hour that were in th water when a surf man apeared, he let us the board to rest, and he told us that that beach was perfect for sufist because the waves took them inside the sea and the don't have to do much effort with their arms. He showed us how the surfists return to the sand and he saved our lifes.