Since I've asked you to write about your childhood memories, I'll be the first to share one of those experiences with you. I clearly remember going to Madrid for the first time with my father when I was about five years old. He had to go to the airport to pick up my uncle from Venezuela and he'd take me with him, even on a school day, so it was quite an adventure for me, being a little boy from a small, provincial town. We had to get up really early, at about 5 in the morning, and then drive for nearly 3 hours. So it was my 'first time' in many different ways - the first time I was up before dawn, the first time I was driving on a motorway, through the Guadarrama tunnel and so on. I was even excited about being stuck in the traffic in Madrid and I just kept gazing open-eyed at the tall buildings and the city lights in the early morning. It was also the first time I remember being at an airport, so I just kept going up and down the escalators and tried to take in all the new experiences I was going through. It was and it still is one of my greatest childhood memories.
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One of my happiest memories is a journey to Egypt in 1992.
It all started one day when my husband and I told our friends that we were saving money to go to Barcelona to see the Olympic Games. Our friends were delighted with the idea, so they decided to go with us to Barcelona. But unfortunately we didn´t manage to find any hotels because all of them were full, so we had to change our mind.
Finally, we chose to go to Egypt.
It was a fantastic journey from the beginning because firstly, we were on business class in the plane, by mistake, so we were pleased.
During all the journey we had some funny, interesting and frightening moments. We met a lot of people and visited wonderful places. We looked like kings when we were on the boat down the Nile. We laughted a lot and enjoyed every moment we were living in that incredible country.
But what impressed me more was when we were in the hotel in El Cairo. It was a Palace placed opposite the Pyramids. When I opened the windows in my room, the first thing I saw was the Great Pyramid...! I was absolutely astonished!
So, definitely that unforgetable journey is one of the best memories of my life.
One of the most memorable events in my life was when I saw my eldest son. I was so nervous. We were at home, my wife and me, she was 8 months pregnant and we were watching TV. Suddenly she said: I think that our son or dauqhter (we didn´t know the sex because we didn´t want to, it would be a surprise) is going to be born. I was shocked. then my wife said: I think we must go to the hospital. She drove the car although she was the patient, and she took me there , to the hospital. We arrived there and she said the doctor: My husband is going to faint, please help him, and after that I am going to have a baby, I believe.
A nurse took me to a room and I fell down. I don´t remenber anything else.
The next thing I remenber was when I woke up I saw my son´s face. The doctor told me: This is your son, your wife has given birth while you were sleeping.
It´s my happiest memory. It was a big surprise!
One of my happiest memories was when I was six on the day of the 3 wise men.
I woke up to see my presents and saw my bedroom packed with presents.
There were dolls,different toys and sweets on the floor.
I didn´t know if It was a dream or a real situation.
When I realised that It was real it made me feel very happy.
I was the whole day playing with my toys and eating my sweets and showing them to my friends.
This day was one of the best days in my life.
There are three memorable moments in my life:the days when my children were born.But I remember a very special one: the day when my older son, Agustín, read his end-of-course project at university.
He had worked very hard during the five years before.
I can't help thinking about my father, who could hardly write his name, and he was in the university listening to what his grandson was saying, and smiling in a special way, without understanding a word. When my son finished,we went out of the class and we could talk with his teachers and mates and my father was so happy...
And when the head of the department told us the mark, he had got Honours, all of us strarted clapping and crying. It was a memorable day.
I'm keen on spending time with people you get on well, since, in winter, you have to stay in a lot.
I was living for a while in my grand-parents' house, in Los Arribes. Their house was made of stone. There was no electricity, but only an oil lamp.
We were sitting down in the kitchen, near the fireplace. The room was totally in calm while my grand-parents told me fantastic stories. I opened up my ears listening them and bright brilliant eyes looking at the fire. The flames were dancing for us. The time passed smoothy. We were waiting for the Three Wise Men. We had to wait until 12 o'clock. AT this time, the tower's bells started their expectant sound. I ran into my room looking for my gifts. I found some small casseroles and.....a bright, round, big and perfect ORANGE.A MAGICAL ORANGE!! For a long time I had not had an orange. I was happy. I picked it up with my two hands. "The orange is the best present that Christmas could bring us", I thought.
Christmas had given me a beautiful orange and my grand-parents had give me a long time to dream
I'm the oldest of three brothers. When we were children, each one of us had one bike.
My bike was red and it was the highest. The green medium bike was my brother's. And the smaller bike was my sister's and it was blue.
We found a white paint pot and a brush in the garage. We thought it was a great idea to give a new look to our bikes.
So I decided to paint two lines in the central bar of my red bike. It looked great.
My brother painted all the back of the bike seat. It was not bad.
But my sister decided to paint all the bike. She painted the wheels, the spokes, the handlebar, the seat... She went crazy!
My mother started to smell paint and she went down to the garage. She saw or mischief and she got very angry. And suddenly, she started to scold me and not my brother's, because I was the oldest of the three.
I remember a little incident when I was eight years old. I have memories of my childhood, especially in the Gredos Valley, where I made A lot of friends every summer.
We spent many hours outside doing all sorts of things: we used to play together all day, we used to explore the forest looking for blackberries, we also used to prepare a show for the end of the summer where we all played different gags or danced or told jokes.
So we would meet for the essays in my home everyday.
Once, in the afternoon, we were in the sittingroom telling horror stories when a constant noise started to be heard. We were about eight and we were frightened because the noise was turning louder and louder, and seemed to come from my room...so all my friends behind me pushed me to go there to see what was wrong.
Suddenly my bedroom door closed itself with a big bang!, so se shifted and my friends pushed me while I went very slowly, with a chair as a shield, to look insiste the room, then I shouted: who is there? Is there anybody? Get out! And every step we were shouting until we got to the room and I opened the door to realize it was just the wind.
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