This story I want to tell my child I came up with Simon when he was about two (2) years, usually on Saturdays in the evenings, when I lived with her mother, that is, before our separation, we went to a mall in the city Cali called “Unicentro.” Usually looked at the windows of the stores, watched the movie listings for the weekend and we finally ate an ice cream and then at the end of the afternoon we returned home. An Evening of those Simon's mother, Sandra, was trying on a shirt that had seen in previous days in a warehouse and I was entertained either watching something else in another store next door, when suddenly we heard some people shouting "the child fell to the source ... "and to my surprise to look closely I realize it was my son Simon. Immediately I rushed to the scene to remove it because at that age still could not swim but still loved to play with water, something very common for kids his age.
When we were past the shock and were out of the very wet spring and hoping to get a towel to dry off, both Simon and I, my son comes up tell me some understandable words, "Dad, we can get it again!" What which to the surprise of his mother and mine all I could do was laugh as we hit that people we were helping. Finally we came home with our wet clothes and recalling that story until today when we meet with family or friends we tell again and again burst out laughing.
When we were past the shock and were out of the very wet spring and hoping to get a towel to dry off, both Simon and I, my son comes up tell me some understandable words, "Dad, we can get it again!" What which to the surprise of his mother and mine all I could do was laugh as we hit that people we were helping. Finally we came home with our wet clothes and recalling that story until today when we meet with family or friends we tell again and again burst out laughing.
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