Change My Mind

I remember the first itme I saw someone actually writing on a blog it wass my non-sister Becca. Everyone said her blog was so funny and awesome. I didn't knew how to see her blog, and it hadent ever called my attention. One day I whent down to see her, and my other non.sister Marry. They were both doing homework... or something that pretty much looked like homework.
-"Sofia" said Becca "could you help me with Spanish?" its Because Becca is lerning spanish at the univercity scince long ago, and she was having homework.
-"Sure" I said, and took the paper she handed me. While I was reading it Becca wrote on her blog. A little, little mistake she made maked all her work so funny. I let out a gigle to this she seemed sad
-"Is it really that bad?"she asked, kind off upset
-"No, its not!" I say and I give her the paper "You only made one mistake is just that the way it written now makes it sound like he confesed to you" and before you think I misunderstood what was the story abaut I know it was not fitting in the context the way she wrote it and it was really obious what mistale she had made.
-"How?" Becca asked "Where's the mistake?"
-"Here when you said 'cayo' instead of 'cai'"
-"What does 'cayo' mean then"
-"I think its just slang, but anyway your paper is nice and you have a good story"
-"Thanks" said Becca then I focused my attention on her blog
-"What are you writting?"
-"My blog" she said as she maked the mistake with a purple pen and whent to reprint it "you can read it if you whant"
and I sat there and read all I could I saw those stories people talked abput when I overheard them. None of them actully made me laught as everyone said. They were accurate and smart, but tere was nothing really funny about it, or maybe there is. Is just I don't undestand U.S. humor at all.
Whenever I saw Becca was either here in her room doing something(bloging) in her cpu or down in the kitchen at dinner. this blog ate her time. In that moment I decided I would never have a blog... now as you see I do have a blog, (and thats your fault Miss kelsey) but I try not to get obbsesed with it. Its more as soon as I lose my inspiration I will stop writing it right away...

...lack of inspiration.

So Long Ago

... And we were watching the X-men movie. While I watched the super powers, I suddenly feel to remember when I was young, and sweet, and played with every single soul I found, I dont know why kids do that, as I walk to my room I take a lot throught my huge window. Theres the garden, that has fallen abandoned by our family its only not filled with veggetation because of my grandmother's efforts, There are two big "cipres" there's and a little mountain growing from the left side... It wasen't always like that, you know there was a time when my siblings and cousins came here everysingle day to run around, and play silly stuff.

I specialy remember one of our games in which each one of us choose a super power, then we divided ourselves in groups or sometimes inividually. We attaked each other sometimes fisicaly or just in our imagination. We were so creative making super powers, and ideas for our battles we could have made a comic book, and let Stan Lee in the emptiness of being another nobody.The first times we played it we choosed different super powers every single game, but after a little expirience we all found our verry favorite power. i hardly remember it,  but I remember each of those games was better then the last one and they all were way so fun. 

I still remember we were more like best friends, and it seemed as if we all were guys too. We tackeled, and hit each other over, and over again we did it softly, scince we were anly kids and haad no stenght to cause any serious damage there were no accidents in our games. I remember how Ernest used to cheat using his super power to make himself untouchable or sometimes to make me "die" instanly. He was so much better than me choosing his powers. Still none of us ever lost the hope to win, and scince the winner was almost allways someone diferent there were great chances for winning, yet I remember I only won two or three of all the games but whenever I won it felt so awesome. But we had many differet types of games. Sometimes, we played the "cipers" trees were our secret base, and each one of us choosed a branch of the tree to make it our own secret office. we used to talk about silly matters, and planned or dicoused the rules for most of our games.

We all loved playing togther, and waited exited to go back to the garden when we needed to go back inside to eat or sleep. Then because of school, and time matters we meeted to play less, and less, till it was allost never, kinda sad. My youngest cousins, Paulina and Josué were never able to play this with us, they won't have such things to remember when they grow, and their teachers makes them write a blog about a childhood memory. they will sure choose another one... Next time I see my family alltogether I will try to play this with them. It might make them have a fun time.