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This happened when I was 8 years old and I was with a friend of mine playing in my house. At that moment my mum had to leave . We lived in a big house which had a big lake near it, my mum before leaving, she warned us not to approach the lake because it was deep and dangerous.
My friend and I were doing the homework, after finishing, we decided to go out to the garden because it was a lovely mild day. I never used to play outside without my mum at home. We were playing with a ball and suddenly it fell into the lake. I got frightened because we should rescue the ball, otherwise my friend’s mother would forbid my friend to come back. So when I was trying to get the ball out with a tree branch I slipped and I fell into the water.

I remember this anecdote as a traumatic experience because of the fear I felt in that moment. I felt I was going to die , my friend run to look for somebody to rescue me. While I was in danger I remember the warning words my mum had told me and I apologized so much. Fortunately, everything was right and I promised myself not to disobey my mother anymore.

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Since I was 5 y.o. I have been scared of pillows. At Christmas 1980 I was sleeping deeply on my bed and suddenly  something woke me up. My pillow started moving (to move).

Yes, I know, it seems weird, but it did happen.

I didn't use to believe neither in ghosts nor spirits, but as soon as I realized nobody else was in my bedroom, I started to be frightened. I jumped from my bed and I said: “Holy shit! Who are you?!” (even though the right question should be “What are you?!”). Anyway the thing answered me: “I am your pillow”. I have seen every Star Wars film and that sentence reminded me the famous “I aaaam your Father”.

The pillow kept talking to me and said: “Look, I am feed up of holding your head, it’s too heavy, I can’t sleep the whole night! and every night you are leaving spittle on me”. I was looking at the pillow for a while, I was really shocked….come on! my head is not so heavy, so I answered something like “I bought you to hold my head, deal with it!”.  But then I realized the pillow had a point on the spittle matter.

So, the next day, I decided not to use a pillow anymore, but to place it in my cat’s bed. My cat used to put his butt on there and scratch it every day.

I haven’t heard my pillow complain anymore.

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When I turned 10, and my brother was nearly  8,  we used to play in our farm.
In our farm there were Hens, pigs, and sheep. There were loads of hay. There, we would build little cottages wherever.

One day we decided to build a cottage inside  the hay. Inside it was dark, and we didn't have any lantern. Then we thought to set a little fire inside to see inside  the cottage.  It 's a great idea!!!!!. we exclaimed

When we  were trying to set a fire in a little metallic box, in the  same moment my father was arriving with his tractor, he saw a light in our cottage and inmediatly he caught a bucket full of water . He emptied all  the water  inside our cottage.

We went out  of our cottage with all our clothes  completely wet.

The punishmend was exemplary:

First of all, our father arranged a  visit to the  fire station.

The day after, at home ,  we had to write  the same sentence a thousand times.

Nowadays,  I can’t remeber  the sentence.

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I think it was a snowy afternoon of February when I was  a little silly boy in my early teens (13).

My uncle Ramon and I were going to the blacksmith to have a piece of the tractor trailer repaired. To do it we had to go to another village that was five kilometers away from ours.

We got in the car and during the trip I enjoyed eating a delicious sandwich that my mum had done for me few minutes before leaving my house.

In the middle of the trip, more or less, I made a ball with the aluminum foil, lowered the window and threw it away. Now, you will understand why said “silly boy”?

At that moment my uncle didn’t say anything or looked at me… He just kept driving until we arrived at the blacksmith.

Just before we got out of the car, my uncle turned to me and said softly (I was completely sure that he was joking at me)  that I had just the time that the blacksmith needed to repair the piece to go to pick up the aluminum foil and come back. If not, I would have to come back to my village walking.

I obeyed because I realized that what I did was a bad thing to me as a boy and it could be dangerous for animals and obviously for theenvironment.

It was a hard punishment from my uncle, it took me days to get on well  with him but actually I think he helped me to grow up being a better man than I could have been.

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Remembering…	When I was ten or eleven I and all my classmates were punished to stay in class for one more hour to study.	After a while, the nun came back to the class with the purpose of letting us go home; but at the moment that she was opening the door, quite a surprise to us she couldn’t. She was trying for a long time, but she didn’t get any success. I remember a friend of mine who felt like  having a pee and she couldn't hold on, so she peed in a bucket.As the door kept closed, the only way to leave was by jumping from the window to the terrace. And that was what we did. For us it was very funny, but teachers had the contrary opinion.

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Remembering…	When I was ten or eleven I and all my classmates were punished to stay in class for one more hour to study.	After a while, the nun came back to the class with the purpose of letting us go home; but at the moment that she was opening the door, quite a surprise to us she couldn’t. She was trying for a long time, but she didn’t get any success. I remember a friend of mine who felt like  having a pee and she couldn't hold on, so she peed in a bucket.As the door kept closed, the only way to leave was by jumping from the window to the terrace. And that was what we did. For us it was very funny, but teachers had the contrary opinion.

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M. Vilar

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If you're reading this story, it might make you think that is an unbelievable story. It's a real story.

I was in secondary school and I enjoyed learning, sport and friends. Although most of my classmates were nice, there were six girls who only wanted to drive teachers mad.

It was a winter morning, after physical education we were exhausted. The most dangerous six girls I 've ever known had decided to make the worst joke I 've ever seen.

We came to our class and sat down. I realized that the six girls were laughing and I didn't know why. Our teacher arrived and they stopped laughing. He was gay and some students laughed at him. The teacher left his notebooks on the table when suddenly the teacher went rushing out of the class. After a few minutes the headmaster arrived and my classmates and I were punished. A friend of mine told me that by the time the teacher arrived, the six girls had put a condom and a sanitary napkin on the teacher's chair. I was ashamed because of that behavior. To my complete amazement, the six girls were shouting at the theacher while he was was going home. All our teacher were afraid of my classmates.

Two days later, when we finished the Catalan class, after all my classmates had gone out, I looked at the teacher and told him “thanks for your classes.”

Since then, I think that all people must be respected, even when they're different.

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I remember that when I was about six or seven years old, I was in class, and I had a teacher called Isidre, he was the Catalan teacher, I can remember his face as if he were here in front of me now. I remember I wasn't listening or maybe i was talking while he was explaining something in class.

The teacher gave me a slap on the face and marked his hand in my cheek. When I left school, my mother was waiting outside, and I, was crying and with a red hand on my face, told her what the Catalan teacher had done.
My mother got very angry and said:
- If a teacher hits you again.....you'll receive the slap from the teacher and mine when you get home. If he has hit you it's because  you have done something -.
I learnt to behave better in class.

The end.
Alberto Belmonte.

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When I was in primary school I had lunch there everyday. On Fridays we used to have paella, but the rice was  overcooked and nobody liked it. One day, my friends and I found a bucket in the kitchen, and when the teachers were not paying attention, we put it in one corner of the dinning room. I remember everybody getting up and throwing all the contents of their dishes in the bucket.
When the teachers realised,  it was too late... that day we didn't have to eat that horrible meal.
Anyway... the bucket dissapeared, and we couldn't do that again, so the following Friday we had to eat up our meal.