As kids we hated to study . All we wanted was to get together with our neighborhood friends and play .But mamma was totally strict in that matter .We had to follow a routine.And if late mamma was so fast to bang our bumps with a stick . We cried and moved the house upside down running like little rabbits and our place of security was to hide underneath the bed of our father . And as time elapsed thinking that it was all over we came out from our shell .But it meant...