Hello, Hivers and awesome people of THE WEEKEND community.
Last week I got caught up in the Christmas activities of the first half of December and couldn't join the Weekend Engagement that every week hosts 
Yep, this serious girl was me. My childhood memories are fond. I had the best dad anyone could have, and my mom is the best. I enjoyed my childhood surrounded by a great family because even though I only have one sister, our cousins were always very close to us. I was always a precocious child, and although I had a happy childhood, I have always been very serious as I appear in the picture and with a slight frown on my face.
I don't remember particularly liking to play with dolls, although I remember having several. But I remember that one of the things my sister and I enjoyed most was playing at being singers.
My sister and I loved to dress up and pretend we were famous singers. Sometimes we would even perform for an audience, my parents, my aunt, and grandmother, and of course, we would charge admission. We wore wigs from costumes my mother had. I was a blonde girl with curly hair and, of course, my favorite wig had straight black hair. We had some microphones to play with. And our favorite record back then as we played at being singers was ABBA's Chiquitita. And Mamma Mia, I think that's why I know most of the ABBA songs to this day. And I can say that my sister and I were two dancing queens.
But not all memories are too happy. Perhaps one of the bittersweet memories I have from childhood was my first and last pet as a child. I must say that I was not a child who was very desperate to have a pet; however, I loved my cousins' dogs. But I didn't like them climbing on me to get me dirty and leave their scent on me; maybe that's why I like cats better now. And I remember once my uncle, who was a vet, took me with him to a cattle fair, I was little, and I went all over the fair with him with my hand holding my nose so I wouldn't smell the cow dung. But back to the subject of the pet.
We lived in an apartment, and my mother never agreed to have a pet. After my sister and I begged for a good time, more my sister than I, I should say to be fair. One day, my parents bought us a little water turtle, which we called Por Fin (Finally). Yes, finally, we had a pet! But sorry, the story didn't end well.
We used to put Finally's turtle tank on a piece of furniture attached to the kitchen window. One morning, a few days after we got him. We couldn't find it anywhere. It probably got its way out of its tank and must have fallen out the window. My sister and I were heartbroken for several days and never had a pet again since our mother refused to buy another one.
However, apart from the Por Fin incident which I remember as a bit painful, my childhood was very happy and I could spend hours telling funny anecdotes. But we'll leave them for another time.
Thank you, Galen, for this week's theme, which triggers so many fond memories.
If you made it this far, thank you very much for reading.
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December 18, 2021