I was trying to think in the perfect vacations, the vacations of my dreams, and I surprised myself when I realize that I’ve already had my perfect vacations. So, when I thought in my dreams vacations, this is what went through my mind: me, my sister and my mother in a shack, near the beach, in Quintero. Daddy was (and is) always working, so we never had a long-time vacation with him. So, there we were, only the three of us. I remember the shack, and it wasn’t too comfortable, but I’ve always thought that there’s nothing like sleeping in a place made completely of wood, so, been comfortable didn’t really matter.
I remember that when we were walking down the road to the beach, I always wanted to stop in a place full of videogames that was just in front of the beach. So, I remember playing in those machines and looking at my mom and sis at the same time. Then, after I’ve already wasted all my money, I remember myself running to the beach, throwing my t-shirt to the towels, and keep running until I could jump real high (for a kid) and fall right in a wave.
I remember being all the day in the beach.
I remember, it were like dream vacations.
