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In winter I was always hoping for rain, in large puddles produced in calle Granada, Armilla children we were doing to make "tables." These consisted of one species of prey that we produced on the basis of land to the sides of these pools, so that the street was filled with the sort of "lakes" artificial. Unfortunately the "tables" lasted very little because the garbage trucks always ended up breaking .... the fact that we do not matter much because, with the tireless energy of children, we returned to build new ones.
Gabia On the road to the bridge the ages, played the drums. We took a twig of olive. Escarbábamos then the heated tar on the road (this activity, of course, we carried out in summer when the asphalt is softened with heat). Then it was a matter of modeling a brown ball well with your hands (after battering the ball on the ground, of course, to keep it free), take a large can of tomatoes and such ... hala, to drum! .
Speaking of cans also remember how we manufactured carbide homemade missiles. I got into a can, which we mixed with water, we closed the boat, lit a fuse .... and ...¡¡ direct rocket to the moon! (Or nearly .)
Another of my memories as a child, even in summer, was when, stuck in the ditch knee or until almost the waist (depending on age and height of the child in question) we went from the church of S. Miguel to Churriana or when going to swim to the "Dam Bad" (which was situated on what is now the school "Julio Rodriguez."
F Photographs: "Children of the Road neighbors of his family Gabias .. 1952 Armilla." Pepe Morenilla file.
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