In all my years of life I have received nice gifts, I can't complain for that I thank God and life for putting beautiful people in my path who love me. But if I had to choose one gift that for me was memorable and I really wanted that gift and to some extent I also needed it because in the area I grew up is a rural, mountainous area, with beautiful view, cold water and fresh air. I loved exploring, hiking, swimming, I love nature, but almost everything is far away, the town, schools, an ambulatory, a small bodega and the vast majority of people used either animals, motorcycles or bicycles or cars to get around. I always loved bicycles, but in the house we were many 5 siblings and my grandmother and what we could get was almost always for food and school supplies that with much effort my grandmother and an uncle who lived nearby bought for us.
At that time I was 14 years old, I was the oldest, I had to set an example and not demand so much, to help my grandmother as much as I could. I remember that on one occasion I collected a part of the money by running errands, but one of my brothers got sick and since we didn't have enough money for medicine we had to spend it, but well, the most important thing is the health of the family. That same year, on December 24, my uncle surprised us all with gifts. He had been paid some money from a harvest and he gave my grandmother a washing machine, my brother and I, who were the oldest, a bicycle, me a sifrina and my brother a mountaineer and my younger siblings were given other toys. That day I was so excited that I didn't even want to go to sleep and the next day I was burnt out from so many hours in the sun riding my bike. On it we hit each other, ran errands, did competitions and went to school, to the river. On those bikes I played non-stop and for me it was a beautiful stage of my life with beautiful memories of my adolescence.
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