You can do anything you want, even though if you are a kid

You can´t imagine how many people tries to save money each day to buy their most wanted things. When I was a little kid around four and five years old I was one of that people who saved money for his dreams, my dream was to have a two hundred Lego pieces Darth Vader from Star Wars. I was and I am addicted to Lego stuff so having that super big Darth Vader was more than a dream was a goal that I wasn’t going to surrender until achieve it. My dad didn’t want to buy it to me because he told me that was a very hard thing to build so he thought it would be a waste of money because I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I was very mad at my dad because he didn’t trust in me; well actually I was also sad because of that lack of trust by my dad. Like many times in my life things will be done by me. It was hard for a five year old kid to search for money and save it until I reached the price of the Lego that it was seventy dollars, something very expensive for me at that age. The most complicated part was to search for the money in a good way, not stealing like others. My only idea or plan at that moment was to ask my mother for the money, but as my dad she didn’t wanted to give it to me. When that happened my hopes never went down, my second plan was to keep the money I didn’t spent when I went to buy food at the mall or in a restaurant, even though I didn’t wanted to do it because it was type of steeling to my parents but I didn’t had no choice. I did that for many time you can´t imagine how many money I was still missing to get to the half of the goal. Time passed, I did that for around two months and it wasn’t enough so I could reach to the seventy dollars. I dreamed every day of having in my hands that thirty centimeters tall Darth Vader, feel the emotion of finishing it and prove everyone that I could do things people thought I couldn’t. After the days passed by and after I gave all my effort to earn the money I reached forty dollars, that was a very good advance. When my dad saw how hard I was working to finally do something by my own, he realized how much I wanted it so he changed his mind and gave me the money in a not particularly way. Instead of just giving me the thirty dollars at once he gave me more money when I went for food, instead of giving me only fifty quetzals he gave me one hundred quetzals so I reached my goal faster. In my opinion it was better that because it motive me to still wanted it more and I learned thanks to that, that not always in life I was going to get or receive things that easy.

            Finally some months later after starting my plan of earning money I reached my goal that was getting the money. When I was already in the climax of excitement because I finally was going to get my new way of getting entertained for at least one day. We bought it in internet so it took a week to come but that waiting time was worthy every single second. With this I learned that in life things won’t get as easy as it looks, you´ll have to work hard sometimes to get what you want. My Darth Vader was in my hands one Friday I can remember because I spent the weekend doing it. Now at days I still have my figure, when I look at it, it remembers me how hard is for people sometimes to get what they want but if you don’t surrender you will get it.

It´s a long way to the top if you want to achieve a goal

            I can remember how my sisters and their friends all rode their bikes all over the park while I just looked at them having fun riding and doing races filling jealous of them that they can ride bike and I couldn’t. It was kind of hard to accept that I was six years old and I still couldn’t sit down in a bike and feel that cold air in my face while I was speeding up every time I went down the hill, my anger grew bigger because of this I was very anxious to finally do this funny and relaxing sport. One day we went to Avenida las Americas to a thing called Pasos y Pedales that day I promised myself that I would ride my bike for the first time without helping tires. I put my helmet on and got in my bike, a good friend of our family came with us and she told me she was going to help me. We spent like three hours trying and practicing but that wasted time was in vane I think because I didn’t learned anything. My hopes never were broken nor forgotten I still tried at my house even though I didn’t had that much space to practice, my sisters tried to help me every time I wanted to practice but nothing really happened on those practicing days at my house. When my mom saw I was trying with all my heart to reach my most wanted goal so she and my dad bought me a new bike so I didn’t need to use my sister´s bike, it was blue my bike it was very awesome I can remember. Having this new super cool bike make me have more interest in learning how to ride bike. I tried everything to learn but trying as hard I could wasn’t enough I think because I even tried to go down a hill to learn how to maintain my balance but I only got hurt and got even more sad because I couldn’t made it.

I moved to Costa Rica and I still couldn’t learn how to ride. I reached my seven years old living in this country, I have to confess I surrender when I tried even more harder at Costa Rica I did all the possible things but no, anything worked. My recess time of not riding bike or I must say my recess time of trying to learn how to ride it was of like half a year, quite big recess. What hurt the most was that my time as a kid was ending and I still couldn’t learn, in my head I still wanted to ride and feel like I was in the Tour of France. One afternoon I got tired of not try, tired of pretending to be a loser so I went and practice again. My hopes that day were higher than ever, I was sure I was going to achieve that amazing dream I had as a little boy, as many kids desire that dream, I was ready for it. My adrenaline was rushing more than ever; I was like a soccer player in the final of the FIFA World Cup, it was my time to shine. I rode my bike and went down a hill, I was speeding up every second more and more, my adrenaline was in a hundred percent higher. When I saw I was riding a bike, I finally made it by my own effort and with the help of many people.

My dream wasn’t that big because I didn’t revised the brakes before using it so not using them for half a year made that they broke so I fell down and bumped all my buddy over the ground thankfully I had my protection gear on and my helmet. That special day isn’t easy to forget, since that day I can say if you work hard you´ll get what you want. Now at day I practice mountain bike and I might say every single scar, bruise and cut was worthy so I can practice the best sport ever. 

The weird stranger who become my friend

I was just sitting down bored as most of the time I go to the temple. Next to me was my dad chatting with some of his friends, they were talking about business as always we go to the temple. It was time to read the most important pray for Jews so we needed to stand up and be in complete silence all the time, but some weird kid that had just arrived didn’t follow that basic rule or instruction that needs to be done. He was yelling at his dad why he didn’t want to buy him the Playstation 3, he was for at least five minutes complaining and yelling. The best moment came when he finally shut up and sat down calmly in his chair even though he couldn’t until the pray was over. When the Amida (that’s the name of the pray) was over we all sat down to hear the rabbi´s speech, I was trying to hear what he was saying but guess what the annoying kid started again to yell and scream. My patience was getting to a limit and I wasn’t going to stand it for more time but I couldn’t do anything, one grown man went and told him to please be quiet so finally he did. When the rabbi was over giving his speech we all went and shake hands with him all except for the kid. I was starting to think or I already thought what type of kid he was and the word strange wasn’t quite the best adjective for him if I had to describe him without knowing him. After the temple is normal that all the people who went go to have lunch together so he went, the strange kid, we were all waiting for the food to come so while that happened my dad told me to go and talk to him.

After seeing all the things that kid did I couldn’t imagine me having a friend like him and I couldn’t imagine me having a conversation with him. It was hard to try to make my dad not making me go and talk with the kid. After some hearing a lot of time go now, I just went. I did what my dad told me to do, so I stood up from where I was sitting down and walked toward to him. When I got next to him the awful awkward silence happened, I didn’t had anything to talk to him because I thought he is a very strange, annoying and stressful kid what can we have in common so the only thing I could do was start with a hello so the awkward silence could be broken. He immediately replied with a hi, slowly we just started to know each other until a moment he just told me my name is Charlie, so I also told him my name. When the food finally arrived he asked me to sit together, my dad and I agreed so we went to his table. After some minutes of talking I got to knew we had more in common that I thought we had. I couldn’t believe how I critiqued Charlie without knowing him at all. After that day I had a new friend that had the same ideas, likes and dislikes that I have and it is pretty cool to have one.

  My thoughts about Charlie were absolutely wrong, especially because sometimes I kind of act like him and sometime I don’t. Other reason I was wrong was that he is a very cool guy and with him very great stuff happened. After that day and still now at days I don’t critic people because of how they act or look because I learned a huge lesson that Saturday morning at the temple. Now at days that weird stranger named Charlie is my best friend and he is still one of a kind in life.

Changing Places

When I was seven years old I used to have the coolest room in the world for me, because I had all my toys and all my special things in it also the most important thing all my memories of being a kid were there. One day my mom decided to redecorate my room and my sister´s room and my sisters agreed with my mom because they said they needed some modernism in their rooms. While they were talking about what to do I was very sad because that was my room that was the place where I used to bother all the day, play with all my toys were there were I leaved them, so I told my mom I didn’t wanted to change my room. My room was perfect with all that huge blue walls and my TV hanging on it, all my toys thrown on the floor and my furniture filled up with Pokémon toys all over them, also I can remember my SEGA waiting for me every day for me so when I came back from school I could play it.

I couldn’t believe what my mom wanted to do with all my things, my special things. I can remember when I told my mom I didn’t wanted a new room I was fine with my old one and my mom just looked at me as if she could feel my sadness and told me “You are growing up, so you need a grown kid room”. I had to accept with those words because it was true I was growing up and I had to leave my kid thing in the past. I think in that case I couldn’t do anything I was just seven years old so it was very sad to deal with the true that everything was going to change. The next day that my mom told us that we went to Kalea to see new furniture, I was going with the hope that no one find the perfect furniture for my room, I was with dream of getting home and live everything as perfect as it was. My hopes didn’t worked out because their it was “the perfect room furniture” I didn’t wanted it actually but I just said yes I want it so I could suffer less.

The big and horrible day came, the day when my infancy as I knew it will change forever and my little secret base (my room) will never be the same as I wanted it to be. I stood next the door to watch it for the last time and I felt very sad and I couldn’t express that sad feeling and that depressing feeling. I can remember that my stomach ached a lot and I was in shock I could say. All day at school I just thought on how my room will look, will I adapt quickly, will my life will be different, and most important will I feel the same feeling I had in my old room. I was devastated that day I know I wasn’t a grown man, I even wasn’t a mature one but I still had feelings about my things. People may say that is a stupid thought to have feelings to a material thing but I don’t think that is stupid because those things made my infancy a special part of my life and I am very glad to have it.

After school I was not anxious to see how everything changed because I knew how it would look like, different. I just wanted to get home and see that not a single thing would be the same just the room will be at the same spot in my house. The first thing I did when I opened my house´s door was throw all my school things away and ran as fast as I could to my room, when I saw how everything changes I felt like if my stomach was going to explode. My room was not cool as my older one, it was more like my mom wanted to see it not me. Like everything in life you have to adapt to changes and hopefully I could adapt to it some years later, even though I wanted my old secret base back.