When I was a child once, I went a thorn in his finger.
My mother, to convince me that it was necessary to remove it with a sterilized needle to the fire, told me that if I had not removed, the plug would slowly penetrated my body, and then would end heart. Or at least that is what I remember. The feeling that gives me that memory.
Even today, if a piece of me something slips under the skin, subconsciously I think it is appropriate to remove as soon as possible, otherwise it ends badly.
Once as a child, I was taken dall'irrefrenabile instinct of children to taking things apart.
I discovered that a big piece of the cupboard you could remove and replace easily. One of the long sticks of wood that divide the piece of furniture in different departments.
that day behind the cue of wood that I had removed, I found a big cockroach .
I was scared to death, and immediately put it back in place the piece of furniture. Do not you ever took off from his place.
Even today, when I look at the mobile, I think it is hidden behind a precise spot a cockroach.
What can we be us, than the of our life experiences have made us who we are?
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