Stomach Bug In Vancouver 2011

Yes, today is the day that we all expected little crazy.

ALL WAITING FOR ONE YEAR TODAY! More importande day of the year, much more even than our birthday, because today ... all receive gifts! Toys that we dream for months, can now get them.

have to see how things change today, if not that I received a mail from the university ...

"Let's see ... Sunday said that seven days invite us to a celebration of food offering to God of "Tenri Kyo" (Church of Tenri). It can be intersante see .... ummm ... "Seventh day Sunday ?.... Go! Today it is night kings!

So sad and true as the story, I knew today was that day so longed for a child.

My first meeting I remember like it was yesterday, was in kindergarten playing peers. Just get up an inch of ground, and suddenly they said something ... all screamed with joy, and found three people with beard with big belly that gave us candies were kings.

I remember that after giving us candy, one of them took me in her arms and gave me a kiss. The truth, that her eyes were the same color as someone he knew, and also enormous nose. When I landed, I remember that the shoes were the same as those of my father and told him.
that day when my father came home, he did it barefoot, because he said he had borrowed someone's shoes. I remember later rang the doorbell, and when we opened, there were the shoes.

Although this is how normal memory: On what you spent talking about what you would have them bring them in, what was your king's magician, the camels, your king is the best of all kings, I remembered how good it was that day for all the holidays your parents constantly reminded that "only the good kids" they were bringing things to the Magi .. ..

remember leaving the house always reserved parking lot next to the bullring for the ride could put their floats. I remember that was one of the few days of the year when almost everyone was smiling, and you always wondered if you had been good. It was our night, we were important, today's older looked after us more dearly than usual. All were aware that we had been dreaming about a thousand times the arrival to this day, and he must be perfect.

At 5 or 6 started the ride. Lots of police cars as advertised, bands, horses, teams of Roman and Moorish people carrying torches, and suddenly ... Suzuki giant red with a crown on the hood:
-Coming! That would just shout I remember being nervous.
-Melchooooor! I cried,
-Gaspaaaaaar! Others shouted
and Balthasar ... Who was King Belshazzar? Someone once told me that his king was baltasar, but I do not remember who.
the end, the coach got y. .. go, was the Prince Ali-binding, the messenger of the king. That disappointment! But it did not matter, they also shouted trying to call you so that you look up and say hello.
-Alíííííííí here arribaaaaaa (I remember going home to "the Twins and Angels house", always with a bunch of kids more)
and threw tons of candy ...
derrepente, a chariot of white color. The nerves were overflowing. There it was, was the first that used to be Melchor. I remember screaming like crazy so we looked up there.
-Melchooooooooorrr! (And all for joining our cries sounded highest yet) had to be able to hear us with the noise of the street. Screamed and yelled all we could ...
and suddenly ... turns his head, he sees us and greets us with his hand.
-Bieeennn! That illusion was useless these rumors that the Kings were the parents, there were, were really, I saw them.

the wake of your king, kept yelling for others to help their king looked if only for a split second as it had with your king. Gaspar, in his chariot, brown or green, and finally Baltasar (previously it was always a person smeared C0n bitumen, because years ago there were no people living in Gijón bold fortunately today and a san
a person of African origin but still touched me to see pages that were people painted with bitumen, hahaha).

At the end of the ride, you expected to end, came the huge old trucks loaded with boxes of gifts. And all we said that the biggest box we could see, that was our gift, or one of them. I remember laughing fights to say ... nooooo, this is mine! And behind the trucks, fire closed the ride. Uauuuu, so firefighters will help ... helping to build the myth that the firefighter is the coolest profession had. I remember that firefighters broke my schemes, because I lived in a ninth floor, and knew that there were no stairs so high, at least that, so the magic of the Kings was something inexplicable.

Then, as finished the ride, you go home, and if there twisted roll of kings, wouldst before going to bed to sleep as soon as possible so that the kings arrived as quickly as possible.

Ah ... the twisted roll of kings, that mythical era. Always trying to eat as much as we could in order to find the gifts they kept inside. Even scolded us because we gave him around the roulade to try to find as soon as possible gifts ... once, I agree that we caught in the act to my father, looking for gifts ... to laugh, because my mother did not know whether or not Renage.

my first night I remember very clearly disappointed. My sister asked me to sleep with her that night, and we did. In the middle of the night I woke up a couple of times due to nerves. I heard voices of people in my living room, but went back to sleep again. In one of you, I woke up because I heard the very light of the door opening, but instead of waking up, I pretended to be asleep because I knew how they might react if the surprise kings. For the lashes I see my mother holding a package and leaving from our shoes.
All they had told me that kings were the parents, but I wanted to continue thinking that they were not, saying it just to make wildly, until after that day, I remember that was like Sime had started something at once, but did not hurt at all.

When a child loses its innocence? When do you know who or who is king? I believe that a child leaves when he loses the magic and illusion, and then one becomes an adult. This is not to have more or less responsibility, or be aware of what is happening, but to have hope in the simple things on a candy bar is the coolest gift in the world, or just a kiss can be best legacy of your parents, and of course my mom is the most beautiful woman in the world, and my father smarter or stronger in the world.

I think I've grown unfortunately. For me the night of kings and not what it was. Year after year, has been and continues to lose its magic, to reach that I did not even remember it was today.

I have no one else to leave gifts of kings. No shoes or slippers anyone else besides me in my house, and need not attempt to use stealth to move through the rooms of the house and leave gifts at the foot of the bed of others, because no one else is and I have only one room in my new home.

Last year I did the same, but what I did was save without opening the gift I sent my family for my birthday. And that night before getting into bed, placed it over my shoes just as they had made the famous wise men. Al despertame, picked up the book, read it, and then sat down to watch the candy bag of charcoal that my sister sent me a small basket of Christmas products. And I never opened it. I did not even months later when my parents asked me why I had not opened, I said I'd rather leave it. The truth is that I thought that if I opened that package, my last hope would go with him. He preferred to leave questions for the contents of the package despite clear reading "Coal Candy."

This year will lose a little bit of magic, because I have not even let me birthday at my feet. These yes, I have reserved the last figure of chocolate that I sent the family to this day. At least something good will to tomorrow, a little chocolate never hurts.

Tonight, I do not think I even put on shoes or slippers waiting for something. It is not going to be nothing. Why bother? Maybe they put together a console that I bought from my cousin, why do bundle (so if you can not find the second game and asked me if I have time to send today by mail), at least the Kings leave something for someone else.

no longer means the same, and may no longer means never something special. This year has been very strange, I just made Christmas to remember we were in the four light bulbs are installed next to the train station. A pity that I do not live near the train station. The night of Christmas Eve I've spent sitting in a supermarket parking lot drinking beer and arguing with the two Mexicans who are kings camel though they always say that a camel, to which they responded that they were going on a camel, horse and elephant. Already

Christmas means nothing to me, well, there are less people in town and you may have holiday. And the days of kings ... maybe I bring a gift a phone call from my house, who knows.

Take care much, that's the best gift you can give me.

PS: Today was a cat appeared ridiculously small for my deck, looks abandoned, because I was rummaging through my garbage and even frightened when I made noise to depart from the trash. I decided to give something to eat and drink, what the cat has agreed a bit surprised. Has eaten too fast so I feel that long ago does not. For half an hour he's sleeping on my terrace in front of a small saucer of milk. The truth is that it is pitch black except for a mustache hair that is white. I think I'm going to take, and I'll call "Caco". By the way, has come into my room and sat down at my feet. That nice. Well