I will tell you a story which marked me in my youth life. This story passed when I was fourteen, I wanted to ride my motorbike in fields which were situated behind a road a few minutes away from my home. The weather was beautiful and I was with a friend who I like really much, he is my neighbor. I was ready to leave because I was equipped with my new dress of motocross which I had for my birthday because yes, this story took place one day after my birthday, on April 15^th. Then, my friend rose behind me and we left towards this road which it was necessary to cross to arrive at these fields. A few minutes later, we arrived in front of this road and at this moment there I make my friend come down from my motorcycle and I begin to move forward to cross this road. I had verified very well that it had no car but a car, which arrived so fast, collided me. She ejected me of my motorcycle and I stayed on the ground, the road a few seconde. At this moment I am very disturbed, at the same time I am afraid and I am angry, afraid because it arrived very fast and angry because the driver didn’t respect the limit of speed. I was fourteen but I was a nervous youth, so I get up and I run towards the driver who was very angry as well as me. He began to roar me above, he was around thirty years old, he was aggressive and I was ready to defend myself by giving him a blow of helmet but a man of my village who was military saw the scene and he was directly intervened and said the fault that the driver had produced. We gave some explanation and the driver has became aware of his faults and he was escaped because he was afraid that we call the police. I was a youth nervous and now I am patient and calm down, I realise that be nervous it’s not the solution when you are victim of an accident.

" Tomorrow the children, you will make the breakfast! "

An ideal opportunity for my brother and I to show our culinary talents down from our 5 and 6 years!

7 hours, we are in the kitchen, in search of a recipe. The parents sleep obviously. Matteo, my one-year-old elder daughter, finds a brilliant idea: a pizza in sausages and in Swiss cheese. Ingredients were gathered, we begin the control of our leader - work. I see Matteo putting some sugar in our realization it seems to me completely normal, it is him the big, it is him who knows. After the arrangement of the pizza, we put all it in a plate and hup! In the oven.

A small smell went back up up to the nose of my stepfather, a smell of burnt person. By arriving in the kitchen, he lives his two step-children with a spoon in the hand, smiling, a cooking absolutely flooded with dough flour-water-sugar water and the oven beginning to overheat.. It is good years after my brother and I understood why we had taken ourselves an enormous slap.

An ideal opportunity for my brother and I to show our culinary talents down from our 5 and 6 years!

7 hours, we are in the kitchen, in search of a recipe. The parents sleep obviously. Matteo, my one-year-old elder daughter, finds a brilliant idea: a pizza in sausages and in Swiss cheese. Ingredients were gathered, we begin the control of our leader - work. I see Matteo putting some sugar in our realization it seems to me completely normal, it is him the big, it is him who knows. After the arrangement of the pizza, we put all it in a plate and hup! In the oven.

A small smell went back up up to the nose of my stepfather, a smell of burnt person. By arriving in the kitchen, he lives his two step-children with a spoon in the hand, smiling, a cooking absolutely flooded with dough flour-water-sugar water and the oven beginning to overheat.. It is good years after my brother and I understood why we had taken ourselves an enormous slap.

When I was younger my best friend and I came to my best friend’s grandpa’s house. 

This house was so frightening, there were creepy sounds there also was a step who had a weird sound when we walked on it. All the doors were half broken and also made scary sounds when you opened or closed them, like when you hear an ultrasound. 

We went upstairs to create some clothes as we loved to do before.

This day I helped my bestie to create a tee-shirt ( who wasn’t fashion), she accidentally hurted her finger and the blood made a religious cross on the floor. We started to have chills and the ambience turned cold and I started to cry cause I’m so scared of paranormal’s things. ( I was 11 years old and my best friend was 13). The light started to flash but my bff wasn’t scared anymore she continues to do her stuff with her bloody thumb. Suddenly her grandpa shouted to go outside as quickly as possible. 

Today, my bestie and I are always ignoring why her grand father told us to run away after what happened.

    I remember this day, it was in December, 14th of 2011, for the first time I went to a marvellous place: Disneyland. For me it was unbelievable because when I was younger, I loved disney’s princesses and all of the characters of disney world and I want to say that it doesn’t really change. On this day, I was wearing a blue jean with a dora’s white coat, and thinking at that coat, I find that I was a little bit ridiculous! I was with my mum and this day, it was snowing and very cold that is what I didn’t want to go on the morning but arriving at Paris, I was amazed by this magical atmosphere of christmas and my mum as me was very happy. I was very closed of her as today so why not remake this incredible day. At time I didn’t like thrills, rides which make loopings as my mum so we decided to go to the haunted house and I think it was the first time for me, so I was very very scared of that outgoing of this attraction, I said “ I will never return to this “  but now thinking at that, I laugh because I will never go to Disneyland without go to the haunted house. For me, now I’m very more different than than before.