My First Communion and the special stuffed animal.
It was Christmas, 2002 when I had my First Communion. I was 12 years old. After the ceremony is very common to have a reception to celebrate that special day with your family and friends. I had mine, although I didn’t want to have one because I was growing up to become a teenager, it made me feel a bit ashamed by then. Nevertheless, my reception was nice. I had a good time with my friends, relatives, and neighbors.
In a way, most of my friends that were around my age enjoyed the reception (including me). It was something like we were saying goodbye to those kinds of celebrations or doing things like breaking piñatas, to participate in games in front of our parents and friends, to enjoy little gifts at the end of the reception, and so on.
As you might imagine, I had many gifts from my invitees. I opened up some of my gifts before midnight. I got clothes, purses, perfumes, a gold necklace that I still preserve, a doll (haha) it was funny though. It was a doll who danced disco music. I remember a pair of shoes that I liked a lot, they were very groovy. Many other gifts, but there is one that I will always remember, and maybe I will keep with me for my whole life: a stuffed animal.
I used to see Zaboosito over my bed, and I just loved it. I sometimes slept with him, for example, when it was raining and became cold. I had to wash him from time to time because of his color which is very light. But, there was someone that didn’t like Zaboosito, my parrot “Enrriqueta”.
He liked to go to my bedroom (my sister named him Enrriqueta, and she didn’t know it was male) and take Zaboosito’s eyes off. My sister used to laugh every time it happened. As it happened very often, I kept some glue to stick his eyes over and over again. Finally, Enriqueta and his couple Pícara got a new cage only to sleep. Therefore, Zaboosito didn’t lose his eyes anymore.
I still preserve Zaboosito with me. Everyone in my house knows that I will never give him away. Well, perhaps if I have kids in the future, they will play with him as my niece and nephews have done so far.
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My First Communion and the special stuffed animal.
It was Christmas, 2002 when I had my First Communion. I was 12 years old. After the ceremony is very common to have a reception (or party) to celebrate that special day with your family and friends. I had mine, although I didn’t want to have one because I was growing up to become a teenager, it made me feel a bit ashamed by then. (I had mine even though I didn't want to because I was becoming a teenager and embarrassed by the attention). Nevertheless, my reception was nice. I had a good time with my friends, relatives, and neighbors.In a way, most of my friends that were around my age (my contemporaries) enjoyed the reception (including me). It was something like (Maybe it felt like) we were saying goodbye to those kinds of celebrations or doing things like breaking piñatas, to participate in games in front of our parents and friends, to enjoy little gifts at the end of the reception, and so on.
As you might imagine, I had (received) many gifts from my invitees. I opened up some of my gifts before midnight. I got clothes, purses, perfumes, a gold necklace that I still preserve have, a doll (haha) it was funny though. It was a doll who danced disco music. I remember a pair of shoes that I liked a lot, they were very groovy. There were many other gifts, but there is one that I will always remember, and maybe (perhaps) I will keep with me for my whole (the rest of my) life: a stuffed animal.
I used to see Zaboosito over my bed, and I just loved it. I sometimes slept with him, for example, when it was raining and became cold. I had to wash him from time to time because of his color which is very light (his light color showed the dirt). But, there was someone that didn’t like Zaboosito, my parrot “Enrriqueta”.
He liked to go to my bedroom (my sister named him Enrriqueta, and she didn’t know it was male) and take (peck) Zaboosito’s eyes off. My sister used to laugh every time it happened. As it happened very often, I kept some glue to stick his eyes back on over and over again. Finally, Enriqueta and his couple (mate?) Pícara got a new cage only to sleep (to sleep in). Therefore (After that), Zaboosito didn’t lose his eyes anymore.
I still preservekeep Zaboosito with me. Everyone in my house knows that I will never give him away. Well, perhaps if I have kids in the future, they will play with him as my niece and nephews have done so far.
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