My Ball

Years ago, when I was younger, I had a football that my parents gave me for my 6th birthday. It had a Real Madrid picture and it was signed by Casillas, Guti and Raul

Since that day I went to play football everyday from early in the afternoon to the last sun lights of the evening. We played in a square where nobody passed but there was an old house in one side of the square. In that house lived an old man. Sometimes when we hit his door he went out of the house and tried to steal my ball, luckily, he wasn´t fast enough.

The last game I played with it was three years ago, because it got poked by a rose bush.

By: Gregorio Ojuelos Moreno

My bracelets.

These bracelets are very special for me because they are one from Paris and one from London. My friends have one from Paris and one from London each one too. When I went to those cities, I bought nine bracelets of nine different colors, one for each one of my friends.

Mine are one green and the other white. I’m sad because when I went to Rome I couldn’t buy any bracelets, but some day, I will go to Italy and I will buy one for each one of my friends. Angel’s bracelet was broken by Veronica and we were angry with her for two days.

I love my bracelets and I always wear them, if one day I lost my bracelets, I would be very unhappy.

The fire of memory

My special object which i miss, is a music box.

When you open it, a ballet dancer spinsing to the beat of music. It was special because it was a present of my parents in my fifht birthday. I had a lot of affection to this music box and so that my brother didn’t break it, i kept the box in a very sure place. One day, i went to pick up the box and i wasn’t able to find it. I cried a lot and i thought that my brother had caught it, but it was impossible!

Two days ago, i found the music box cleaning my bedroom a lot of memories came to my head. My thoughts when i was five years were in my head too. Now, the music box is in a place sure but visible.

Autora: Belén Rebollo Martínez. 1º Bach C.

MY SPECIAL OBJECT

The especial object that I have is a gold chain of the Virgen del Rocío, the chain was from my grandfather. My grandfather died when I was 5, he was very ill and he gave it to me two days before he died.I perfectly remember that day when he gave to it a red box with the chain inside and he told me to take it with me when he was not here.Two days later, he died and I was very sad but it was still a little girl.I still have the chain and I care a lot. I also have pictures with my grandfather when I was a child on my nightstand. I miss my grandfather; I would still give him a hug and see him. I played with him and he made me laugh, it was very important to me. I will always keep your chain.

MY TEDDY BEAR I remember a teddy bear that I bought a long time ago from poor children in the street. It was a small teddy bear, black and white, and it was very soft. It had small balls inside it. It was very cool. I slept hugging it almost every night and when I saw a scary movie, I grabbed me stronger to it. I think that I lost it.

Autor: Marcos Santiago Morueta Domínguez

My telephone My telephone is very special because I bought it last year in a big shopping centre but when I arrived at my father´s house, he was angry because the pone was very expensive and I sold it to a friend when he opened the telephone, it was broken. He gave me the phone back and I paid to him but my father was angry again. Finally, I bought my present mobilephone that is better and cheaper than the old one, my father is very happy and I sold the old telephone in ebay although it was broken.

Before: Now:

Juan Carlos Coronel García.

The story of a special object My grandfather, whose name is Juan Antonio, made for me a wooden house when I was four years old. The wooden house was very beautiful, it had a lot of colors, the windows were yellow, the door was red… Inside there were a red table, three green chairs and a pink cupboard. I love it, I played in the house alone or with my friends and cousin, but when I was twelve years old my grandfather kept the wooden house in a garage. When I look at the house, I remember when I played there and remind me of summer.

Mª Luisa Cintado Martín 1º BACH A

THE FIRE OF MEMORY.One day I was watching the television when I saw next to it a special shell.When I touched and smelt it I had many emotions. This smell was unmistakable, it was the same as my favourite beach. I remember when I was five and I went to this beach with my family. I liked looking for beautiful shells. The last day of the summer my grand mother found a wonderful shell. She told me: “Come here and listen”. She put the shell on my ear and I listened the waves of the sea.Now, I have a collection of shells but that is the most important for me.

Verónica Romero Carrasco. 1ºBach-A.

The story of a special object

Yesterday, when I found in a little box my mum´s teddy bear, suddenly a thousand memories came to my mind.She gaved me that teddy bear when I was six, on one cold and snowy winter day, in a small box, covered with pink paper. It had big black eyes, big ears and smiley face. I remember I used to take it with me everywhere and at nights, I placed it next to my bed. Even I remember that I wanted to take it with me on my first day of school.His name was Cocolino and after all these years without seeing it, yesterday when I saw it, it made me feel like I was six again, and I took it out from the box. I showed it to my mum and we remembered together how much I cared about my favorite teddy bear when I was a child.Now, Cocolino, is placed again next to my bed, like when I was six.

THE STORY OF AN OBJECT

The other day, when I was taking out my summer clothes of a cupboard in my attic, I found some old toys from a lot of years ago.

I began to remember things about my childhood. There were a lot of toys, and especially, a little doll that my grandmother bought for my cousin and for me.

She was one year younger than me and before we were always together. At that moment I remembered how I played with her: we played houses, teachers, with the famous Barbies, drawing … but always with my grandmother’s doll, we loved it.

Those years were the best because we spent all the day playing and our biggest worry was draw without going outside the lines.