Essay about childhood and best friends.

Looking back on a child  and reminds, I find a lot of things that leaves me with the sensation "fun and strong  feelings." As my sweet neighbour, Diana, I had a good friendship with her and we lived a plenty of adventures together in many moving trips. we have visited the monstrous trees of "The Temaiken Park",  and we have jumped on the beds at "Palace Hotel" in Buenos Aires."

"The day I knew my friend was one of the happiest days of both of our lives. I had been playing near of her house  just a week earlier with the idea of looking about who was she, and Diana was very nice with me and we played a long hours,besides I remember our little faces yet. That face  so filled with hope and joy than you can stop the sun from setting in the morning. I knew that day, we would be the bigger ,the better that I have never had  but it wasn't until I saw him that I knew, I had found my best friend."

To sum up, the best friends are really important in your life because they are the main support of our lives. Nowadays, I haven´t a best friend but It is not an important fact in this special period that I am living, however,I recomend to have a lot of friends and people to love because too much say the world is a hard place if you do not have love.

 My mother  and my sister, the best!

       To begin, when I was in Argentina (I can remember that) my family always was a broken home, we never were a close-knit family. My  father was a very reserved person, and my mother has always been and will be a  good mother. My sister is like a second mum for me and my brother looks like my father. I am from of a dysfunctional family, because they always have been very distant to each other.Besides, My parents are from a deprived homes and extend Italian families. Nowadays I live in Spain,and because my father is dead, I live now with my mother.On the other hand, My sister lives in Buenos Aires and my brother hardly  ever calls me.

     As I was saying my sister Lili and my mother are the most important members of my family. I admire them. Lili (my sister) used to fight with me every (other) day because, I was really lazy.Moreover, she made me learn the importance of wake up every morning do my homework and be more independent. She is highly intelligent and brutally honest. I want look like my elder sister. My mum was a self-conscious person, she wanted a stable home and in addition, she dreamed to have a loving family. However, she couldn´t was not able to do it although my mum is now confident, she got a divorce of my father and she has success.Furthermore, she is married again and we have started a new family.

   Despite all, these women started two families. My sister has two children, they grew up in a close-knit family, and although I feel slightly foreign, my mother helps me in bad moments. She is proud of that fact that I am studying at the university. They have had lots of fights because they wanted to see me where I am now, I was lost many years, thinking about what I should do it with my life. Moreover, I was particularly spoilt when I was a child and I always put on my best friends.The reason why I decided to write about them because I was looking carefully a plenty of pictures where we seemed to be happy.

   To my mind, families should be happier and also, show their happiness, and make the world a  better place. If you have an excellent mother, father, sister, brother or in general,close relatives, you have a gift. To conclude, I would like to finish  saying that the family is not just people that live in the same home with you or your blood relative but they are also your best support in the worst moments.

   They will be no one like your mother or your sister...

I really like...

        I would say that, I really like the electronic tango because this kind of music free, my senses. Tango is the most important  type of music of my country, so, I am very patriotic. My favorite tango´s band is  "Bajofondo". It is a dinamic music that help me to study. In adittion They have a lot of songs about stories of my city. In Buenos Aires they are extremely popular, so I recomend litren to it. I don´t understand,Why foreign people don´t like it? I listen this songs only in my home. I think that the reasons are becuase we are very different in this world and, in contrast, I believe we don´t see many things that are most important as our culture. although I agree that it is very serious that we must save the culture,tradition and religion of every community around the world. To conclude, I can just say that,our symbols are the best things we have to know who we are.

The night the lights went out

It was a lovely Summer night. My mum and I were enjoying some delicious chicken legs with mashed potatoes at the birthday party of the karina´s daughter. The place was really enormous. There were about two hundred people there. It was a party as we had never seen before.

As I made my way to the toilette, the lights suddenly went out and a great yell of desperation was heard at once. It was so dark that nobody attempted to move. However, I tried to go back to my table which was not so far. Walking past the salads table, I bumped into one of the twenty waiters and all the saucers, forks and knives he was carrying were soon on the floor, with a terrible boom.

People bursted out laughing in spite of not knowing exactly what had happened. I was going to apologize when the waiter, hiding his anger, said it had been his fault and was really sorry. He ordered me to sit back while he was down on his knees picking up the broken pots and muttering something which I could not hear. That had been a nerve-racking experience.

It was only after I sat at my table again that I was happy and safe. My mum did not imagine that I had been the guilty of that scene and I thought she was never going to know it.

For the next half an hour the party was in complete darkness until the waiters lit some candles which turned out to be very romantic. Everyone was feeling the same and there were some jokes to the owners of the house, who were not only disappointed but like bursting into tears.

As if all this was not enough, the candle which was on our table fell down on the table-cloth and it started burning. I tried putting it out with my shoe but a waiter soon brought some water and extinguished it.

As soon as we sat again, the lights came back to find out that my trousers were covered in tomato sauce and my table was completely gone. That was a night I will never forget.