An Alternative Mouse Plot

When we find the dead mouse in our hiding place, an idea immediatly crossed my mind. What if we took revenge to the old horrible lady of the candy shop. When I told the idea to my frinends they immediatly agreed. We were doing it that same afternoon.

We took the dead mouse and take it with us to the candy shop. While my friends were distracting tha old lady, I took the mouse and I put strategically so that, when the old lady would open the storage door, it would fall onto her head. Then, a friend of mine told her to give him a candy that we know will only be inside the storage.

That was the moment. She opened the door, and the dead stinky mouse falled right in the middle of his head. She screamed out lous and the four of us started laughing and running outside the candy shop and to our houses. It had been, with any doubt, the best joke ever.

My greatest wish in life as a child

When I was a child, I've always wanted a pet. Since I was very little, more or less 4 years old, I always begged my parents to buy me a little dog. I thought it would be magnificent to have a little "friend" to play with, and my sister agreed me.

Every christmas we will write to my christmas letters for the three kings that we wanted a little dog, and we'll take after it as if it was our own little brother. But it never was under the three the 25th of december.

Fortunately, one december day, when I was in 5th of primary, I got out of school and I ran into my hole family: my parents and my sister were waiting for me outside the school. I asked them why where all of them there, as this situatuation hadn't happened never. They stared at me in an annoying way, until my sister hugged me and said: we're finally going to buy a dog!

So all of us went to the pet shop and we choose a yorkshire terrier, which is my actual pet, Coco.

My favourite candies

When I was a child I loved buying candies with my own money. Once a week, my sister and I, hand to hand, went to the candy shop with our savings and we bought all the candies we could afford.

While my sister prefered marshmallows, I hated them. However, I loved sour candies, such as Sour Power Belts Unwrapped or sour gummy keys. I loved the sensation to have them inside my mouth. It was (and it still is) as if all my neurons started jumping inside my head, so I was very exited and happy. My sister always tried to control me, but it was impossible for her, so she said to herself: if you cannot beat the enemy, join him. So both of us were running trough the streets and jumping until we were so tired that we couldn't open our eyes. Then, we returned back home strolling by the streets, talking about unimportant things.

Sometimes, when I went with my mother to the candy shop, I made her buy me PEZ Candy, wich were a kind of pills with different flavors and colours. they were all kept in a strange figure which sometimes was an animal, others a face, and other times strange figures. I liked them for the sweet, but most of my amazement with this candy was because of the figures.

My First Memory

When I discovered that our next entry had to be related with our first memory, I panicked, because I have a very weak memory, and I don't even remember what was the las thing I had for lunch. Then I breath and I started thinking about more deeply. Soon I realised that in all my first memories, my sister sara apeared. That shows me that se has been a very important person for me, a fact that I already knew.

The first memory that came to my mind was when Sara and I had a shower together. I was too young to have a shower by myself, but I kept saying that I didn't want my mum or my dad to do it, so my sister had help me and we had a shower together, but I really have a blurred memory about it.

However, another thought I can think about is when my family and I went to l'Estartit. I don't really remember it, but I have seen a lot of pictures of me and Sara walking through the beach together. In the pictures I can see myself covered with my daddy's sweater and I cannot stop laughing. It's so funny, but also sweet, to see a little girl with a huge sweater on her shoulders.

I would love to go back to those days when everything I had to worry about was how I had a shower or how I could walk by the sea without hetting my trousers wet.

My idea of beauty

I have two ideas of beauty in my mind right now, but they are quite similar. The first one is that one I've only been able to see once. It is the sunset in the beach, with the sun going down while the sea was going more and more calm by seconds. As in Barcelona de sun doesn't go down by the sea, I only saw it last year, when I did the Saint James' way (also called "Camino de Santiago"), and after some days walking we stayed in a campsite next to the beach. One afternoon we went to see the sunset an we were astonished by the beauty of it. Also we believe we saw some dolpins jumping by the sun, and that was the most beautiful sight I've ever, never, seen.

My other idea of beauty is also related with sensations. It is the views and, as I've just said, the sensations you have after having walked up a mountain or a hill. I've climbed a few mountains and hills in my life, such as Monserrat's mountain, Puigmal, or "el turó de l'home", so I've lived this sensation quite a lot of times, and I can say is the best feeling you can have. That feeling, that you have done something that not everyone has, and that all the effort you've made was worth it. I love this sensation so much, and mixed with the incredible views you have up in the mountain, makes it one of the most beutiful things I can think of right now.