Memories of my childhood.

I remember very well some facts of my childhood. One of the scariest: When I was 6 years old, I discovered that I would have a brother. =O
My life as an only child of the family who played with dolls in a short time became with the arrival of a "hurricane" called Diego. After his arrival, the memories are showers hose, campionships fights and bike races. On Sundays, we'd all afternoon playing in the street, something that unfortunately few children today have the oportunity to experience.
After, Mirian was born, my younger sister, also bringing much joy for our lifes.


I think the best memories of my childhood are really the facts that build my history of older sister! =)