Of the hundreds of emails I receive each week because of the blog, more than 60% at some point mention the fact that there is little relation between my name and my age. Marquitos. Marquitos Why?. Not my fault, sepal. It is the fault of society and those who know me personally which leaves them just say so. Will my inner child so close to the skin. Will my youthful look. It will be my conduct innocent. Who knows?.
The point is that both questioning led me to recognize these details in life and show us that we had to grow, we are no longer children. Details we can, of course, comply.
- The encarta we no longer enough time to request information. There
- where there was hair and hair missing where we thought there would be a lifetime.
- know the meaning of the word shame.
- left to reach the bath towel to cover us like a cloak and began to cover the bottom line. Santa
- goes from being a chubby simpáticon who brings gifts, a fat capitalist forces me to give away.
- One day, we swam alone.
- Cycling ceases to be fun for transport. Dancing
- jumping stops working.
- Eat at Mom's skirt began to be frowned upon.
- The barber stops being fun and spend cartoons.
- no longer enter the seat of changuito supermarket. (Verified)
- Mom stop buying underwear. (No, lie, never fails to do so)
- [There are many more, but I discovered with disgust that I spent the day Saturday without notice so I must end.]
- times begin to exist, although many children remain in this regard.
What does this mean? What I noticed so many patterns now I'll stop being Marquitos? No, not confused. Be what it is, is a proud and remain who you are, it is important to know and understand that you are not, and so, without being followed.
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