quinta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2011

Day One - Childhood

29th May, 1917-Massachusetts was the day when my story began. I was the second son of a family with nine kids. I spent most of my chilhood in my native town. I used to play all kinds of sports such as swimming and sailing with my parents: John who was an important ambassador in U.K and a bussinessman in Boston, and my mother Rose; but specially with my three brothers and my five sisters.

I also have to refer that my dad was a really hardworking and strict man, because he wanted that all his kids could have a great future and an education with lots of discipline. And now, imagine me I was the second oldest so I had lots of responsability and I had to follow all the steps of my older brother, I had to do everything he did... I had to be his shadow, and he was always beating on me.

And just a last curiosity: When I was young I suffered all kinds of diseases from chicken pox, measles and even scarlet fever. And so, I spent all the time in bed. Until one day, that my family decided to start joking  with me. They said that if a mosquito would try to bite me, I would simply die.

quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011

Rise up memories

It's a shame that this was the most remarkable day of my life. And it's a shame too, that it is the death that makes us unforgetable to our society.  To displease this way of thinking I'm here to talk about other memorable days of my life.

My last day...