I will never forget the last time I went to an amusement park. This happened before the whole problem with the pandemic and the beginning of the quarantine. It was the last time that I had fun outside the house and gave me a mixture of nostalgia and hope.
I will never forget the day we had to stay locked inside the house for months, not knowing what would happen, while thousands of people were dying every day and we were not sure if we would get out of this situation.
I will never forget my last birthday party, it was a really silly party, actually, but it was a lot of fun and was with the friends I love.
I will never forget when my younger brother was born and was brought home as a baby. I remember sitting at the door waiting for hours, until my mother and brother arrived.
I will never forget my first trip alone, because I had a strong sense of responsibility and independence, but I was also a little afraid, but I am proud to know that I did everything myself.
