Hello that such greetings for the great family steemit. I want to tell you something that I lived a few years ago. My parents were Spanish, I was born specifically in the Canary Islands Spain, my father traveled to Venezuela in the 50s he came as a farmer and it was in the year 66 when he sent us to look, the trip was one of the largest in the world to then called the monoterrar we lasted 10 days of travel seeing only water and sky, my family was composed of 8 brothers 5 barons 3 females and my mom, my old lady of the soul that I gave so much work. I was the fourth of them I would be 11 years old, all of them including my mother, they would put her in the cabin since they were not used to getting on a boat and they would marry. I would run away and cross the whole boat and I would go into the kitchen and I would steal the fries, the bread, the cakes until the third day they discovered me and I started doing penances like washing the dishes, the floors lasted two days working. One morning very early the bells rang, and everyone knew what it meant because the same captain had given a talk about some emergencies, when I run out and came to the proha of the ship everyone ran screaming desperately the people were like crazy, everything was I was pushed around and almost fell into the sea, and the campitan says shouting is a sham, but it cost for people to control everything was a misunderstanding. Today after many years I realize that my behavior was very rebellious and as I was growing my thoughts were very wrong, I feel that it causes many worries to my parents, but thanks to them their upbringing and education today I am who I am, was the longest trip I've ever made, but where you realize the value of things.
