MY CHILHOOD MEMORIES

When I was five years old, in my chilhood, I spent an extraordinary summer holiday on a summer camp. The summer camp was full of friends and we enjoyed it a lot. One evening, when the sun was falling, a small group of boys and girls went to walk to the mountain and we wanted to go to a derelict house that was on the top of a hill. We walked for about an hour and we finally arrived at the house called “Ca l’Esclau” when the sun was setting. We stayed there for about another hour and we had dinner. Then, we started to talk about the camp and the people and then, a boy said something about the “house” where we were and everybody started to talk about the legend of the old house’s slave. The legend was very macabre and sad, I felt sad all the night and I started to be afraid. When the boy finished, all the children were afraid and we silently and sadly returned to the camp, now it was night.