My childhood memories I´m going to tell you about my childhood, more precisely, about those memories I remember with more strength. Firstly I will mention you several things that I´m engraved in my photographic memory. All of them happened in my more tender infancy, when I was between 3 and five years old. Secondly, I will tell you with close attention, one memory that I keep in my mind with all my love. In those days I would be my early teens. I made my pre-school education in a nun school. I remember my third birthday. After I blew out the candels, I told my mother if she could raise three fingers of my hand to be able to show to Sister Dolores (my teacher) the age I was turned. I remember I was all the way from my home to the school with my fingers up. I remember with love, as well, my grandfather. He died when I was 4 years old, but in spite of this fact, I´ve memories really clear about him. He was the person in charge to pick me up to school every day. When he saw me, he hugged me and after that, he always put his hand into his pocket and took out the same “a small mint sweet”. I remember as well, my great-grandmother. She often played cards with me. But without a doubt, my homesick memory is with my parents and brothers. Every summer, when my brothers and me finished the year, my parentes filled our car with tends, pillows, bags, blankets and a pile of more things, and drove to my parent´s friend land to stay there for a fortnight making camping. Those days were the most incredibles days of the year for me. There, we met up with other families that they have children too. We didn´t have time to go to bed, we didn´t have time to wake up in the morning, I didn,t have to eat all the food in my plate. I spent on the beach almosto all day.