Ladies and gentlemen of the steemit community, how are they? I hope that well, I really do not know, because I rarely get one the answer to this question. So I will ask you another easier question to answer: Do you remember your childhood books? Because I do, and if I did not do it with the random game week organized by 
Before starting, while I was thinking about this entrance, an idea occurred to me: Maybe there could be a week where we put pictures of us when we were babies, or old photos. It would be nostalgic.
Now, I did not have as many books when I was little as I wanted, and if I had them, my mom gave them to children of relatives, that's how family traditions are. But luckily I have my books, I will try to be organized by introducing them, it is supposed to be primary books, but really do not be surprised and I do not lie, because I used some books that were not primary at that age, and not necessarily for them ends (read).
- Forever winnieh pooh.
My language is Spanish, and the title of this book (which is in the left hand image) says "Nobody is listening". This is a story that I do not know who gave me about Winnieh Pooh and her friends. It is a story that I know too well, in this case rabbit wants to make a party, but while trying to organize everything seems chaotic, mainly because it seems that he is the only one interested because it goes well while everyone makes a fuss about what is going to happen . This book is the first story that I can assure you read in my life, not only read it, but draw the Winnieh Pooh to the weariness. Fortunately, guys, the party ended well:
- Peter Pan
No joke is the original story of Peter Pan, estee is just a story based on the popular story. What makes me think that almost everyone has a story of Peter Pan, in my case my dad got it for me through a collection of children's stories that came in the newspaper. But do not get excited, I only got the first book because the rest was free I still hope for it. So although Wendy was something rare illustrated in this book, it was also good, and the illustrations looked like watercolors, and I also had a CD that I could later use on the computer.
Then we have this heavy tome of English, it was not the only one I had, for all the books that my parents invested in English books when I was little at this point and should be bilingual but no, it's sad.
I know what you think, is this book primary school? Of course not!
I was in my house and had many parts to color, my herana instead I used it sometimes to do the English activities of the book, I was the girl in charge of coloring out of line, and I also traced the drawings in my notebooks.
I really love this book, it has been with me all my life.
I also had all these little books that I got as a prize in story contests, coloring, workshops or just gave them as a gift for children in school. There was a good time in my country when you went to school and gave you things, sometimes I feel sad for children now that they can not enjoy things like this.
By the way, thanks to my mother, and at age six I could read whatever I liked, finish my school reading book like hot cakes. Because of this, I mention it here, my mom is a treasure.
I also had an encyclopedia, well it was from my sister, who had too many drawings. She and I ruined this book by scratching it as if they were our property. Everything that says "S" is mine, and everything that says "N" is hers.
I left with bread and chocolate, what a relief!
And finally I have "The Book of Secrets" a book that I gave my best friend from childhood Frangelis, she also had one like it, never read it completely, only loved the girls who were drawn. But now is not a bad moment that we read it together, reviewing some pages I found the secret of creativity, in steemit it is important, I share them.
Shh .. Keep the secret
Well that's it, as I finished writing this at 8pm at night, I will use this picture that I take to the big English book (really that book is like my son) and if you read this I wish ...
I hope you like it, this I wrote with a lot of nostalgia.
