Well, I was practically born into a Pentecostal church, a church that prays and fasts. I'm not in this app to tell stories or make inventions. Here I want to tell you three stories that happened to me.
1° One day I went to the center of my city because I live in the countryside so I went there with my grandfather and I was on a bus and I looked out the window and saw some skinny men running on bicycles wearing helmets and black sportswear and glasses, They were running on top of high voltage power lines, I was amazed by that, but as it was a race the bus was faster and they stayed behind." I didn't see them again.
2° I remember that in the old days it was so good, the night took a while to pass and always when it was full moon my father would go to my great-grandfather's house and there he would spread a palm straw mat on the floor and he would lie down, smile and tell stories . And I was happy to feel peace in the air. But today neither my father nor my mother remember that they did that.
3° Acerola is a red, watery and sour fruit, very acidic, but I remember that in the old land where I lived there were trees, but the acerolas there were very small, beige and pink and the pulp was a grainy mass and they They weren't sour, but one day one year here in my city there was a harsh winter in which the water from the stream came up to the kitchen door of my house and killed the "apple acerola" plants.
* These are my stories that I can no longer tell anyone.✍🏻🙄👍🏻
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