My first communion. 

By, Nathalia Porto Jaramillo.

When I was 10 years old. I made my first communion. I lived in Barbosa, Antioquia with my parents, and my younger sister. All my family traveled to Barbosa to be part of the celebration; cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and family friends. The day before my first communion my mom gave me a pair of skates. I was happy.

I knew skating so I wanted to ride skates. My cousin, her name is Diego. He was 12 years old, and he wanted to ride with me so I invited him. He can't ride skates. I lerned him. We were skating in the sports unit, and we were hungry. We went to home. When we cross the street he say me: - If I arrived first at home, I WON!!, so we bet. There was a tree, and its roots were very large and big. When we passed the tree, I was winning the bet but my cousin (Diego), pushed me. I fell, and I hit my forehead. I cried a lot , and my cousin laughed a lot. When we got home my mom saw me, and she laughed a lot to. In the pictures of my first communion I had hit my forehead.