Just a few months before made first communion my family and I moved from a floor in the center of the city to a chalet to the a’s were. In theory the change was going to be at best but a decision by the Socialist Mayor of the day made us surround block of social housing. This new area of the city stay with rarefied with much social difference atmosphere. But in those years the breed kany was not yet settled as such, so that was humble humble era but not kany and which was a family well was from a good family and with much respect and education the neighborhood wasn’t all bad. Isn’t like that now a them Kanys Horde is taken over the neighborhood, their leader is the Kaka. My parents we always educated in a liberal, Catholic and anti-socialist way. Also saw well us juntaramos with poor children who eat cans of sardines instead of lobster dinner is no reason that you can not play together.
Also should say that in favour of this new situation my mother decided it was time to save the Austrians, in the closet the shorts those that shivered and socks of wool with tassels to his knees. It was thought that they would just laugh in the neighborhood of my brother and me but what she didn’t know is that you despite my face of silly and my degree of bizquez of back then (because of the lack of development of my nasal septum that made part of the skin of the nose falls over one eye) I distributed communion wafers as breads through his shotgun pelletsIt was a pretty violent kid. But not I won my new fame in the new neighborhood-based fists, as it was the case when I lived in the Center, this time was to base of initiative, courage and imaginative in proposing games in addition to score many goals in hunting shotguns, because by then I was a pretty fine and classy striker although a little carnachero and pacifier. But what really me exalted to the top among the children of the neighborhood was the introduction of baseball as official sport (always was very pro-yanky) and the famous assault on the haunted house. Do the baseball not have much history. A day I saw a game on TV, I that I was with the ‘ COPLA ‘ and the next day told them are all children but with many gaps as regards the regulation which I solvente with imaginative and criterion according to cazaworld.com. Two teams, one of the rich kids batean and other poor children that ran behind the ball when we bateabamos, sardines vs. lobsters, always won.