Well, the only excuse I can accept about the weather issue (e que 'ta lluviendo, tu ve) is, that most are ill equipped clothing wise for expeditions thru the rain.
I too remember walking thru the snow... sometimes more than knee deep for 2 kms each way. Had to come back at noon for dinner and go back to school two hours later and walk back home for supper... and no moto concho in sight... actually, it was so imaginably and brutally bad
, riding on the back of a bike was verboten anyway, CRUEL!
I'm almost afraid to tell that "my" local friends... the sheer thought of it could affect them so much, I might have to send them to anxiety therapy (on my tab, of course).
Winter mornings used to still be as dark as the night, we didn't get to start school at 2PM.
We lived close to a forest... pine trees loaded with snow... the fields "glowing" almost like phosphorescence under the moon's light... a beauty to behold, but still scary for li'l J-D.irate: ... at times. I didn't know of the boogieman yet, but there were other "stories" hauting a little boy's mind.
I used to carry a plastic garbage bag... to sit and slide on down the last stretch down hill to school -"ai que comodo!"- but back... you really can't slide on up hill, now can you.
But somehow, we survived, and that facing being ridiculed by our parents, telling how THOUGH THEY had it, should we ever had tried to complain.
... J-D.
I too remember walking thru the snow... sometimes more than knee deep for 2 kms each way. Had to come back at noon for dinner and go back to school two hours later and walk back home for supper... and no moto concho in sight... actually, it was so imaginably and brutally bad
, riding on the back of a bike was verboten anyway, CRUEL! I'm almost afraid to tell that "my" local friends... the sheer thought of it could affect them so much, I might have to send them to anxiety therapy (on my tab, of course).
Winter mornings used to still be as dark as the night, we didn't get to start school at 2PM.
We lived close to a forest... pine trees loaded with snow... the fields "glowing" almost like phosphorescence under the moon's light... a beauty to behold, but still scary for li'l J-D.
irate: ... at times. I didn't know of the boogieman yet, but there were other "stories" hauting a little boy's mind.I used to carry a plastic garbage bag... to sit and slide on down the last stretch down hill to school -"ai que comodo!"- but back... you really can't slide on up hill, now can you.
But somehow, we survived, and that facing being ridiculed by our parents, telling how THOUGH THEY had it, should we ever had tried to complain.
... J-D.
