11 Weeks Old Baby With Phlegm

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Today while buying accessories for the First Communion of my puppies, I realized how fast they have grown, my girls are gradually converting young ladies with dreams and fantasies. It made me remember my days as a teenager.


was the summer of 198 and I do not remember enjoying the holidays without any worries, it was all fun and play with my best friends, two cousins \u200b\u200bwho were my neighbors and cousin, ran through the yard of my house and we invented adventures from dawn until late at night. I remember that summer

especially as the Love Bug We had chopped college, had 3 brothers who lived a block from my house and my 2 friends and I were captivated by them, touched me the most obivamente to be the largest, to Beto played Alice, for being the two middle and April, being the youngest, Hugo the child. We spent hours in the corner of my house hoping to see them go and do not know if fate was on our side, but tooodos watched them day and when it was happening, we were going to buy fresh bread to the bakery that was near home.

Mi 'illusion' (because I do not think that can be called love that feeling juvenile) summer called Alfredo. It was very serious, rarely smiling and only once heard his voice, the day I met for the first time the feeling of butterflies in the stomach.

was getting dark, I was wearing a skirt and blouse set of red and white flowers, I loved the bodice design wearing a very common back in those years, was a bow-shaped neckline, wearing my hair up in a ponytail with a braid. I was in "Mary's Store, a grocery that was in the street from my house, I remember I went to buy, so if you remember is the 3 brothers were on their bikes outside the store, my heart pounded , waited and waited and did not leave, I finally took the plunge and had to leave the store, Alfredo then approached me and asked me "want Raite?" oh my God! I felt an unfamiliar feeling in my stomach, I said yes, and I got on the bike, something ridiculous now that I think, because my house was a few meters from the shop.

I felt butterflies in your stomach, do not cross word, let me against the fence of my house and I like a brat all excited ran inside my house without turning. Despite this close encounter the first type, we never returned to lead the word, just glances and smiles and then lower our gaze.

Time passed and fate took us in different ways, made our lives and we are happy families, but when I remember that mini bike ride seems I hear that melody that says "Summer love, my first love, love of students, whether they will come .... terminoooo other loves, other summer will come, but always be .... in my life, my love as a student, my first amoor ... "