Hola amigos, al parecer esta será mi primera entrada. Este será mi blog personal (El que estaré utilizando para subir cosas relacionadas con mi página de facebook y mi canal de youtube). El día de hoy estube en un taller de producción escrita enfocado en redacción de memorias de la infancia. El taller estubo bien chilo hubo algunas tecnicas que aprendí que estubieron del uno que se usan para redactar Non Fiction. Y bueno. El resultado final fue el siguiente. Hay les va mi pequeña memoria. Disculpen si está en inglés, el taller fue en inglés. Espero lo puedan leer.
My friend
When I was just 5 years old more or less I used to have a little friend called Adrian who happened to be my neighbor. We both share the same interests... well at least the same interests that a 5 years old could have. So we were really passionate about watching cartoons, eating sweets and playing with dinosaurs, man, we loved dinosaurs, we couldn't even know how to multiply one by one but we could differentiate a dinosaur who lived in the Jurassic period from another one that had lived during the Cretacic oh... and along with its scientific name.
Anyway, Adrian used to be my best friend, as a matter of fact, I think that he used to be my only friend since I was born with this disorder that made me very difficult to interact with other children. Adrian used to come to my house every afternoon after school to play toys with me. In that time we did-t have play stations nor Nintendos because our families couldn't afford one. I mean there were some children down the block who use to have that kind of technology but we were not as lucky as they were. But that was good because now that I come to think about it it was way cool making up our own stories with our toys than having to accept a pre-made story that a video game would offer.
The kind of adventures that we use to make up was really entertaining and cool I wish I could remember them so I could write them down so I could publish a best seller with all of them. Sadly there are many of my childhood memories that disappeared with time.
Then one day Adrian stopped coming to my house. I was not used going to his house so I could look for him but after a few days, I did. It turns out that his family was moving. I spoke with him one last time, then we returned the toys that we had borrowed to each other. And sooner than I thought he was gone. I never kept his contact, I don't even remember his last name. They say that there are some people that would come into our life just to fulfill a purpose, then once that this purpose is fulfilled they simply disappear. Adrian was the first of many people that would enter into my life for a short period of time then leave. I learned how to appreciate that from a very early age. I know he might be out there somewhere, I would not recognize him if I saw him in front of me.
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