MY MEMORIES
An autumn, when I was about eight years old, I was walking with my parents and my brother and my sister along the streets of Beceite. Beceite is a beautiful village full of irrigation ditch. We were walking down the street and I wasn’t looking where. I was going and I fell out into the irrigation ditch. It was about 2m. deep. My father saw me fall and he rescued me. I was very frightened and embarrassed. I was soaked.