A terrible day

The week before. I had a terrible day. First I woke up so tired that I couldn´t even think about my life at all. I looked at my alarm clock and I realized it was quarter past seven. I knew I´d be late to school. First I put on my clothes, then I went downstairs to drink coffee and finally I brushed my teeth, I´d prepared all my stuff when I noticed that my  I.D was missing so I started to look for it. After that, I got in the car, it was 10 to 8 , my mom was driving fast when we got stuck in traffic, it wasn´t moving at all and I worried about my math class. It took me 30 minutes to get to school , when I got there the class had started , so I missed it and I didn´t come in until next hour.

I got mad the whole day.

My childhood in football

When I had 6 yeras old, my dad told me he wanted to do a sport.

He played football, so this was the first sport that I try. My dad took my to Borregos CEM team; in the fisrt days was many rare, but after days I love this sport. 

One day was the day when i have to choose my jersey number and that was very funny. I was a child so my imagination was funny, for my first jersey number I said I want the number 100 because that was the las number of all, but then the manager told me that can't be posible, so i asked "What is the last number can I choose?" she told me the number 99. 

I was a crack in my firsts games, everygame I do a touchdown or return a kick for a touchdown. 

That season was amazing! But end and was sad. 

For the next season I return but something fat and for this season I change my number for the number 7 because that season I had 7 years old. My father told my one day that number is beauty and I keep it, and now is my favorite number and I wear it.