When I was little, I don't remember my age, I had a new horse that I
baptise "Petita" because it was very
slim. In summer I enjoy it a lot because all days I went in my field and I ride "Petita". But I had a very big problem, "Petita" was fearful and it was a problem for me because I was little and I don't control it. I ride "Petita" in my field and it went good but when I want did an excursion it was impossible. My dad tell me that I fall down again he sell "Petita" on the
slaughterhouse. For the "cavallada" (a party that the people who have horses find and do a
promenade to the village) "Petita" was fearful for a car and I fall down again. That day was the first day that I cry for fall because I knew that my horse die. My dad two days later call slaughterhouse and he bring "Petita" and this is the end of "Petita". Now I felt bad when I think that. I too miss "Petita".
Eric is my boyfriend he is 18. Eric speak catalan spanish and dutch. He work on bonpreu in the morning in the afternoon he go to the mecanic school when he finished that he go to Roses in to the pool and swim. In the weekend he practice motocross. We see a few because he be busy and I be study and I be play volleyball. I miss Eric because we meet on October and he don't was busy but on 1st of February he started work. When we stay together we go to the beach, we go to the cinema, he helps me study and thanks of his help I climb my marks, he teach me go with motorcycle... Well we try to be happy and study. I love Eric.
