My embarrasing moment again...
Some years ago in the summer day of holidays (when I was a child of five) years old child , I had gone out with my mother. It was a sunny day and there were people everywhere. We had gone to the centre of the city and there the people were talking, shopping and walking.
My mother and I were shopping in a store in Junin Street there were a lot of people too <em>(this is repetitive...)</em> and it was very crowded and noisy. When we left it, far away near a supermarket I saw a tall young talk man who had short black short hair. He also had was with a yellow bike so I thought mistook him for that he was my big brother, Raul. I ran to him and as I hugged him from behind by his back. In that moment the man turned around quickly and looked at me. To my big surprise he was NOT my brother; he was a complete stranger to me. It was terrible! I felt very awkward and embarrassed. Immediately I started to cry and I ran back where my mom was, without looking behind me. When my mom saw me she started to laughing out loud.