I used to hang around too long in my tricycle I loved walking in and especially when I told my cousins ​​that pushed me into a little rise after q and we were upstairs went up to one of my cousins ​​in the back of the tricycle and we aventábamos in him, and then played to haul rocks, dirt, well we could sent me something and always on my tricycle, there was a day when my father came.

And I used to put it sows, have it clean but that day I forgot to put it for the thrill, so meti me running to the house and let go with the trike behind the truck that my dad got avia, then already in night we were going to a party in the van, my dad's truck check reverse and heard something throne down to see what it was and saw it was my beloved tricycle and asked him what he had been and he said he was a stone.

Already the next day look and found my tricycle crushed. And I began to mourn for my trike .........

I used to play hide and seek with my cousins ​​catch it, also we started to look after the cows or sheep were going to the river to get wet, I also used to gather nivélalas with them and we threw in a backpack. And playing with my other cousins.