Logically, to me this is the most important day of the year. There are many connotations that I feel this way ... but it would start again with the same and I do not want to bore you.
ago
for now, just nineteen, who stayed a few buddies and I ... to typical, ie throw firecrackers, rockets and other pyrotechnics. We had a rocket stored fat, palm styles, from the summer ... We got it at ground zero, ie where the whole shebang mounted pyrotechnics, for the last of the show, back in July ... really did not know if there was on, was defective or they fell to those responsible for this ... the only thing we knew was that I had a long fuse, which was metallic gray, had a long stick and the fat was a treasure we childhood! we decided to keep carefully to the December 24 of that year.
Before dinner typical of all the years stayed in the street and we were doing to put firecrackers in mailboxes, in the doormen bonded with clay, as called them, in the house doors ... in the dog's shit ... But this year was special, we did what we had to do, but we purchase the latest rocket .... We left fat a bit of mud and went to some of these typical car, sand ... they just had a little park next door, very old ... we stick a bit in the bottom of the rocket in the sand and with a string, which incidentally moor evil to a slide, we had a little explosive device ... it on and ran the more the wick closer we saw our dream of working-class neighborhood children, to place our first rocket on the moon ...
A small gust of wind blew and the time of propulsion, put a little more than forty and five degrees from the ground ... was not planned! It was too late! We can not suspend the mission! Every man for himself! ... The rocket was thrown to the front with the bad luck that had opposite a block of flats ... the rocket plowed or wind bareboat captain to avoid catastrophe ... the third window ! Third window! shouted ... great chandelier could be seen through it (it was the living room) ... a woman putting dishes on the table and many people going, we saw in the blink of an eye ... the impact was imminent and yes! ... Porla window enter the terrace, impact on the lamp and the house lights dimmed, but went out the window colored lights and a loud bang ....¡ maricon the last! and zero point two were already at home, like a soul by the devil.
That night was perhaps the longest of our lives and more bitter Christmas Eve in our history ... what happened? Have we hurt someone? Will there be someone died? ... Our consciousness, found its way into our feelings machotazos ...
The following day we returned to the scene but not heard anything in the neighborhood or had comments ... there's that to this day ... but never returned to her later that night to play astronauts and experts pyrotechnic. Even today I remember perfectly that window, that rocket, our faces panic and this step maybe to maturity ... everything is possible at Christmas, until the rocket out the window! Merry Christmas to everyone @ sl @ s that follow me! Have fun! and remember, the most important thing tonight, not the excesses or how handsome and monkeys to go ... if not those who are right next to us ... And this shall be a sign: find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger.
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