My childhood memory is called ¨obsession with swings¨
I have a very special memory of my childhood... ohhh and a nightmare for my parents, because, when we went to the park, I loved the swings, and I could stay forever. I wasn't down, although my parents promised me ice cream and give me gifts.....
Where I saw a swings always wanted to stay there...
Marcela Pérez Ramírez
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