I have so many different memories, all of them get me back in my childhood, but at though of writing something special I remembered this occasion: i was 9 years old when one of my elders brothers offered to earn money) there was an old and really scary house at the end of the street where nobody hadn’t lived for long time because a husband killed his wife there. So, we made up our mind to get into the house and collect all unnecessary piece of iron to sale them and of course we solved to do it at night. We had succeeded but unfortunately in two days our parents knew about it, i don’t have enough words to describe how furious they were))) they forced us not only apologise but also change the roof ( it was made from reeds and we accidentally broke it), so we had to go to river to chop the reeds and build new roof. It was wild difficult but we nailed it). All in all the thing we most regretted was we weren’t be able to sale our mining, because our grandmother found where we hit it and threw it out(((.