packaged memories........

I've been triyng to thik what i would like to find in the box, it was really difficult, but i finally found somethig.
I' ts not something material, i would like to find my memories, child memories, like people, games, huges, kisses, places.
while thinking what was i going to put i remembered some important memories i woud like to carry with me till i die.
Some special days i've passed with my grandfather (he is dead now) like some meals we had fun together with all my family, when he joked with me and my sister and in some ocassion he fild my sister's face with mayonesse, it was disgusting, but it was so funny it i will never forgot.
The hot afternoons i passed with my best friend in the swimmingpool, after that playing barbies or playing that we where clothes sailers or making coreographies of some songs.
some vacations with my family at the beach all that sunsets in the ocean.
My fist kiss
Some fights with my brother, when i finished closed in the bathroom crying , or when he made me play a game that was based in eating things with closed eyes so he made me eat disgusting thing that made me vomit and when it was my turn he told me that was tired of playing that game and i keept ungry because i couldn't take revange on him.
Well, this are some examples of some memories i would like to find in the box.

A SaFe PlAcE...

In this safe place i'm going to say something i've never have the chance to say and i never wanted to say.
I always said that after school i'm going to study in a university in buenos aires. Nobody knows that one important reason for leaving tucuman is that i don't like to have strongrelationships with other people, maybe i'm afraid of being hurt or of getting involved with another person and then feeling bad of leaving it.
An other thing is that is that i like very much to be alone. When something bad happens i need to be alone to think and rethink what happened.
Something interesting and that nowbody knows is that i have my own world, is not a joke, when i feel bad about something my mind goes to other place where i'm alone and nowdoby hurts me. I always imagine my self getting off that place, i would love to go there and to be happy for ever.
It was good to write this because now i feel relieved.

"imaginary friends"

I saw this picture and i like it very much but alter reading the sentence “imaginary friends” i remembered about a story i have.
I the picture appears a statue that is a girl in some place like a garden maybe. After looking at it I remembered when a was a little kid and a had a imaginary friend that has about the age I was in that time, her name was “Florencia” I loved to play with her, she was my best friend. My mum was tired of my imaginary friend because a always made my mum to cook for my friend too, when I was going some place by car I made my mum wait till Florencia entered to the car , it was really scary because I talked to someone that was imaginary, I played all time with her.
One day I realise that this girl wasn’t real and I felt a little bit ashamed and sad but then I meet a new best friend that was real and I felt better.
Well, this is my story about my imaginary friend.. I hope you enjoy it!