Free Bill Of Sale, Manitoba

After many years, a day dream ...

That afternoon I thought it went with a teenage friend of my dear friend-now-to his house in the village. No longer there and so she returns often when collecting souvenirs, the most diverse, with only the incalculable value of the recovered, but no longer serve us all.

When that friend comes to town, often visit. That happened about days.
"I need to go to the camera in my house to get something, but I'm afraid ... have underpinned the ground and can sink" Katy says while sipping coffee at home.
- What you got there? I ask curiously.
- Nothing ... dishes, pots ... boxes of comics, books and magazines.
- Comics ...? Do you still have those who used to pay for children?
-Claroooo! some have even your name written really big ... An unusual interest

seized me. So I asked him to accompany her. He wanted to go get my hands on those publications of cartoons that made me enjoy both ... It's been almost forty years.
This time it happened, nothing made me forget the long summer evenings spent in the company of such extraordinary characters as Captain Thunder, The Warrior Jabato or Mask. Today
children seem to lack the time to play and have fun. By then he had plenty of time, what was missing was how to fill it. The street was our theme park and the house, gathering necessary to so freely.
in full summer heat wave there was nothing open on the street, because the stones got heated and the mothers were given the shoe to anyone willing to try.
Luckily I already enjoyed reading. And comics were my favorite. I used to ride
read in bed. Opened the window, I lay in the long run and grab the first copy of the nearest lot. It was methodical, read them all, one after another without choosing, thinking not to leave any behind.
I felt so free, riding towards inhospitable land adventures ... I felt so strong, despite my skinny arms, so brave, forgetting how long shunned outright fights.
My family was humble and buy comics was not within their means. Of course, I had was rendered or had changed to one that, like me, collected in the same way. Let's see, a few cousins, friends, neighbors, older, with more buying power and more ability to keep the other, sooner or later they admitted they got tired and exchanges. Then, these goings-on became irreversible and the property changed hands. Thus, my hands went through hundreds and hundreds of comics, of all kinds. And I do not remember buying any.
Years later, when they could buy, I got new copies of those comics that made me enjoy both. But, no, I do not evoke the same feelings, although they made me relive those happy moments when he dreamed of emulating my heroes.