My Favourite Candy

Was a summer day an I was bored at home, so I met with my friend Violeta. We didn't know what to do, but how it was a very hot day we decided to eat an ice-cream. We chose the same: a peppermint ice-cream. Violeta's ice cream cup had a lot of ice-cream and we went to a bank of Les Glòries to sat down.

Five minutes later, Violeta's ice-cream started to melt and she started shouting: “Leyre, help me! Give me a paper to clean!”. While this was happening, I couldn't stop laughing and Violeta said to me: “Leyre, is not funny! I'm not laughing”. I gave her some tissues, but we hadn't enough. Violeta's hand was dirty of the peppermint ice-cream. Then we decided to escape because everybody was looking at us. When we left, the bank and the floor were dirty too. I think that the people who were looking at us would think that we are crazy because we gave a show...

Now, when I asked for the peppermint ice-cream, I always remember about this funny situation. Also this ice-cream is delicious!! You should taste it...

My first memory

Everybody when is growing up, there is a specific moment in our life that we tried to remember things when we were young. This is difficult to do because in my mind I kept a lot of memories but they are disorganized and I don't know exactly which is the first. However, I have been thinking for a lot of time about a memory, since I had remembered a funny one.

I must be about four years, and one day I said to my parents: “I don't like my house, I want to change it". Then my mother started preparing me a little rucksack with some things that were important for me. She opened the door. I didn't know what I was doing but I went out and my mother closed the door. What I perfectly remember is to sitting down in the steps of the landing with my favourite teddy bear and with my rucksack in my back, while my mother was looking through the hole of the door (this second part, my mother had told me). A few minutes later my mother opened the door and told me: "Do you want to pass or what? And finally I went into.

Now, when I think about this memory it makes me laugh and I realise that the things that I used to do then were stupid. But when you are a little girl, you didn't expect what you were doing. To finish, I have to say that what has surprise me is that I didn't cry. Maybe because I was sure that in any moment my mother would opened the door.

PS. I add a photo when I was four years old, but I'm not sure.

My idea of Beauty

Many people would think that the idea of beauty is about something abstract, especially the appearance of a person. But I'm not agree at all because I think that beauty is related to something that we love for example the affect that we have to our family or to our friends.

If we speak about the beauty related to the family it may has different feelings. For example, you can feel more familiar, more secure, that everything is all right and you feel like you will never lose them. But maybe if we related to the friends you feel more energetic, more funny, like you don't want to waste time without staying with them and maybe that you are a little afraid of losing them.

However, in my opinion I think that we can relate both ideas with beauty.