ONE SUMMER DAY I had never been happier, more exited, and at the same time more frightened in one single day. I was 12 years old, when I with my childhood friends: Paco, Santiago, Nicaragua, César, Brenda and Ivan. This summer day started early full of fun and finished late with a frightening ending. It was 9 am and I was sleeping when I heard that in my window, some stones were thrown up by Santiago and Paco. They were singing in loud voice to wake me up. I dressed up fast and I went to them. That morning I had a very friendly wake up. A very happy and funny morning was to start. We went to our other friends. All together played with balloons filled with water throwing among each other. Finally, we seemed like a “soup”, consequently; we agreed about going to our house and take a shower. That summer morning was so exciting that we decided to do other things. In the afternoon my friends and I went to Carl´s Jr. but to get there, on the way, we got lost among the streets. After s...