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a child was to a school that was next to the Plaza de las Tres Cruces. Passed very close to tram and the kids, sometimes they brought us nails and toes of our homes for them on the road. After the passage of the vehicle were completely flat and after sharpening with stones that we found made them in sword.
I remember the fields that surround Armilla. Eating beans, tender little tails of the vines, green almonds (which was called "Allos") and other unripe fruits such as plums and peaches. We also ate even the green ears and the truth is that, apart from once a cramp than another, we were so healthy and campers. I come now
images of yesteryear, like a good bunch of kids trolley poles uploads to see some of the movie summer movies ... (the stories "Romans" and "Indians and Comboys" I enjoyed and, perched on the stick) or that other, which seems to me to relive it again now, going I walked with my friend Juan Morillas from the tram station of Armilla to Churriana, stooping occasionally to put the ear on the road if approached by .... In short stories of no importance in an era that, although I realize now that was hard and difficult, but I remember bright and happy, thanks to the immense magic of being a child.
Photo: "Children modelers in the field of aviation Armilla"
Years 40. Photographic Emilio Atienza.
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