was little I loved the anise. And when I say small, I mean when I was a single digit age. My mother let me put your finger in your glass and sip and just a few drops of delicious liqueur, total, some drops were not going to do no wrong ... But of course, between that what I knew very little, even when my mother let me put your finger a second time, and knew where they kept the bottle, the temptation was too strong for my weak immature moral sense.
So when my parents were not stalking, I went to the bar, one slug hit the bottle of anise, and the liquor ardiéndome in the mouth without swallowing it, I was running to the nearest faucet to which I Amorite, and mixed liquor into my mouth water. Then, with swollen cheeks and heady flavor that flooding the mouth, I was going swallowing small eat if you wish.
This often did not because he was "vaguely aware that he was not quite right that, and had reason to suspect that if my parents caught me I would fall brawl, fixed. But as never got to catch me, I guess that little by little I trust.
One day, my twelve years, I invited Maricarmen, a classmate from school, a snack at home after school. Aware of my role as host, after the sandwich and cola-cao, I decided to try my hand at my guest what delighted me so much to me. The crop system I realized that it was smart to visit, so I took a glass of Duralex, I filled up half of anise, and then stuffed the other half of water, so a check is being but the size of an ostrich.
When it came Marianne's father to pick her up, we did not stop laughing and laughing uncontrollably for everything, I guess that also cost us balance. I was not aware that something strange happened to us, and even less I could think of to make a connection between our laughter and anise, but something I figured when the father asked us missed Maricarmen: "But what is wrong with you?" And then we asked him four or five times. Obviously, neither imagined that I could have drunk his daughter, I suppose attribute our own behavior to the folly of girls of that age, and we free of that.
Tabacalera last Friday recalled the story with Iñaki and his colleagues, talking about first Kurdish. And at the end I was thinking that now, because of my age, I see more from the perspective of the father. And I figured that out to pick up a. .. my pre-teen niece (although neither has that old yet) to stay with his girlfriend and I found them in the state insane, certainly I would not mind that I take a Tona. It would be like when my niece give these outbursts Jara strangers who gets to jump, and dance, and put faces distorted, and loud guttural sounds, it struck me who has done something creature! ... One moment ... o_O
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