A man walking down the street.

When I was a child, long ago, I always went to school myself. Never, had to be happening so someone would have taken me to school or somewhere where I could go by feet. Not to be separated from the other kids of the neightborhood, we went together to school, but this used to happen in really heavy rainy days, where you could go somewhere , but as a kid, always having no show shoes. 

One day I was coming back from school, and thinking on the way, how will I make it when I are willing to grow up and build my future. These thought were about to come and go. It happened and it's really strange how, when used to listen to the old grumpy, heavy, lovely people of not being in my age, used to get into those moments of the most unbreakable pieces of a conversation that two or loads of people were making with each other. Even though to be honest, used to clear my ears and cover them not to hear those convos.Anyway, tried, done, couldn't escape the idea of hearing someone speak without my desire, even though I am just passing through. We all are, that's what my gut would always choose a perfect way to talk to me. Even though, in most rare cases, and those moments when my gut used to speak, don't know who gave my gut a voice, used to ingore it, and leave it aside. Or sometimes I used to get into a fight, from those fights when none would win and have a proper party of the win. With my family I never used to speak too much, why I used to prefere to do stuff alone.

Another day, I was coming back from school, and have a conversation, even though this word is larger that the conversation I had with him, he stopped me, or did I stop him, couldn't figure it out. We stopped ,that is the way I am describing this story of mine. He asked me whom's boy was I?! Looked the man up and down, even though the thoughts and problems I used to have were huge, decided to talk to him But not the real information of who I really was. I mean I was just 7+-, how could I tell anyone about whom me am. So with just the looks we left the convo.