the broom When I was 10 years old and my brother 12 years, we used to enjoy visiting my uncles and my cousin. My cousin was very nice though she was younger than us, but we were children and we love her so much. On the summer my parents worked all the time so when It was sunny my aunt look after us and gave us to the sea. My aunt lived far but we could see his house from the terrace. Once we decided to use a signal for “yes, we go to the sea” or “no, we don’t” because the weather wasn't always good...sometimes it was windy or cloudy. So we choose a particular signal with a broom. Yes, with a broom! My aunt had two brooms, blue and colourful, she had to move it in the air on her terrasse: the blue if she decided to stay at home, and colourful if we can go to the sea. So on the early morning, me and my brother woke up and run to the terrasse hoping that the signal was colourful. We went to the terrace and we waited for the signal. We often argued because I saw colourfull and my brother saw blue… you know… the hope! In this kind of situations we had to call my aunt to know what to do. We had the phone but the signal was so fun!