Today crossed my mind, the idea of writing our history, our journey, at least for a few months and our story begins:
One day my cousin writes me whatsapp and tells me he wants to go to the pool at the clubhouse, I agree and plan the day and invite two of my friends, the day came, it was in the month of November, we went and got the club hope my cousin and we were sitting there waiting for a supposed friend was missing to come, waited a long time and still did not arrive, Junior (my cousin), decided to call it despair in us, I call and told him he was already step a while and finally came, not notice or do not remember there even greeted, we only went to the pool, we had cravings for bathing, we moved and got a bathing suit and went out to get us to the pool when we were inside, I could see the boy, which my cousin had introduced him as '' Mini '' was a bit isolated without talking to anyone, sitting on the edge of the pool.