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I was a very cute baby. I was not stupid. I was nice. I was not weeping

woman. i was tender. I mas not ugly.

Was i lovely?Was i tender?Was a i little angel? Was i dream?Was i sleep?Was i nice?Was i tender?Was i a very cute baby?Was i consented?

Yes, i was!

In my first steps!When learned to walking, playing at giving steps was the better(best) thing.To use the cosmetics of the house was to wait for a scolding.

Mommy was the best!She is beautiful .Mommy was very warm.She was mine but appear my brother and I share it.My mother is only and inremplazable.She is grumbler.

My dad was the best.My dad I separate of my breast and give up.hen it, she was close to my me consented greatly.He was a great father.I was the girl of his, your eyes.He was playing very much with me at all time.

I had a white rabbit .My rabbit bited of anger.When my rabbit was small me bite in the hand.His nomber is jonas.

It is my kitty .Even he does not have name because this newborn child

From girl me an tasted the disguises(fronts) and to dance to any moment.

Small when liked to go out to ask the crack halloween.I liked to ask for sweets and that me were taking photos.The day of the witches was the better thing.

I play, to eat and to bathe in water or swimming pool was an epoch of my unforgettable infancy.

The beach, the water and the disorder even last in my present and youth. Being in the beach with my parents they were good times.

I go out with my dad in this epoch and that was close to my is a good recollection.

I was very playful. . . .

I was curious and eat it from baby.

Alone I was thinking of enjoying the life and of not worrying for anything.

Enjoy the life.

I liked to eat guava. I was practising with my wrists(dolls) to being a mother. I was charmed with going shopping and going from walk to estates.

To take my mother as a woman of example in my childhood me teached to seeing the things of the life.She was a mother that I do not stop him, them to fall down for anything.

A prinsesa to feel in the first communion was the better thing.The first communion was an experience esencional in my life.I was not with my father to my side if not to my stepfather.

My stepfather ah been an exemplary father.

It is like one my father indeed.

He supports me and advises me at all time

In my childhood they were to my side in every step and second.

My breast and I before the arrival of my brother.

She was not an alone mine since, like partia

My brother when tape-worm four years.

Though it he, she was naughty even I want it this way

My brother small when I was playing enough with. Now big and I we do not take her to ourselves very well for the difference of age

When I was visiting my best friend of infancy to his, your house.

His name is katia. she was a great friend.

We were and we are the best friends in good and bad.

She livied very far from my city but now this one living in my hous.

My friends of the university.They were not treating very much with me when we begin to study but with to happen from the time nod we join very much.They are my companions of study and of party.I want them very much in spite of the fact that they are intense.The thin one calls pame and the rather fat one calls nani

When I was in the college share much disorder and I relax in the last years with my friends.

I lived a lot of experiences in the college and shared unforgettable lessons of life.

In October, 2009 my brother and I disguise ourselves.

Though it(he) is stupid and rude always I attempt this one when something happens to me.

My mother and I even though we are mother and daughter always have confidence

With my family always there is good communication

My family and I we like very much the walks and to know new things.

My mother is hinself and when we go out to know he(she) is charmed with walking.

In my birthday her(it) to share with my best friends and my family. Spend(pass) it very enterteining and in spite of the fact that it was in one day of week nonetheless(though) we go out to take. Because of it I love so much my friends.

This I am I and a bit of my life in my childhood the fingerprint that eh past and that me ah left the persons that more want

I call viviana gomez am 17 years old born on November 3, 1992 am monteriana and costeña proudly. I like the holiday(party) and study architecture in the pontificia bolivariana.

My favorite fruit is the strawberry and my favorite color is the white(target) and the purple one