Today my husband, my youngest son and I went to shave and cut his hair; This visit to the hairdresser had been postponed for a few weeks, since my son is entering that first stage of adolescence in which everything makes him annoying and this visit to his hairdresser is always delayed, since he loves to have his hair long and tousled, but on the occasion that he is about to start back to school, he is not allowed to have his hair so long, due to school uniformity and rules, so we took him to have his hair cut.

Yesterday, September 12, my oldest daughter on this earth, turned 30 years old. When a child has a birthday, not only he celebrates his life, but also his parents, because it is to celebrate part of our life, it is also to celebrate being parents. In my case, when one of my children has a birthday, I am overcome with nostalgia. It is inevitable, not to start remembering from the time they were born, to relive that moment, that feeling I had when I had my child for the first time in my arms, how they smelled, even the way they cried, slept or ate.

EspañolDesde que nacemos el mundo, la sociedad nos va condicionando, acerca del "deber ser" lo que es aceptado, acerca de cómo debemos comportarnos con las personas y lo que es lícito hacer. Como todo, debe haber ciertas reglas de convivencia para mantener un sano vivir; pero muchos se ven "obligados", quizás por sus propias expectativas a adoptar, las bien llamadas máscaras, por diferentes razones, unos para ser aceptados en sus entornos, familiares, de amistades, de trabajo y no desencajar en estos ambientes...

¡¡Buenas, buenas!!, ¿cómo están mis queridos amigos? Esperamos que muy bien. Mi querida amiga @annafenix y yo, nos hacemos presentes de nuevo en nuestra apreciada blockchain, con nuestra columna "Échame el cuento", donde como bien saben, siempre cada tanto compartimos con todos ustedes diferentes temáticas e iniciativas, que nos alegran, nuestro recorrido por Hive. Dándonos la oportunidad de reunirnos, a echar nuestros cuentos, historias y vivencias personales, así que sin más preámbulos entremos en tema.

Pablo and Juan used to play until nightfall in a nearby field that was close to the town where they lived. To get there they had to cross a bridge that helped to cross a stream that crossed the whole place; they always had the habit of going out every afternoon after doing their chores at home and school, to play whatever came to their minds, hide-and-seek, soccer, fusilade, depending on their moods.

Sometimes I have wondered what I would do if I had the opportunity to be born again. Years ago, I used to say to myself: If I were born again with the experience I have, I would do things very differently. I would take care to enjoy my days in a different way, maybe I would be more daring, I would not be as shy as I was at the beginning of this life, I would make the most of the opportunities that came my way; I would take care to prepare myself better in my youth, before getting married and having a family, that would make it different and many more things like these.