Perhaps I was hasty in concluding that the human decay It starts at around six years old. Now, with what I know, I think I would delay the arrival of that fatal moment at eight. In those couple of years apart some fascinating things happen that still make you believe that the best is yet to come. So the eight years, Yes, it is a quite reasonable threshold to start thinking that, from that point on, there is danger. The twilight stalks.
I was convinced a few days ago, when I received a notification from my daughter’s school, and when I accessed the application I saw the notes from the last three controls. As we were all together on the sofa, I began to sing them out loud, with a certain enjoyment: Galician language, a ten, natural sciences, a nine and seventy, social sciences, an eight and seventy-five. “Eight seventy-five?” the girl jumped off the couch like a spring, putting his hands to his head. «Really, dad? Eight and seventy-five? »She repeated. I nodded, and she let out a devastating, excruciating “Pff.” The world seemed to have ended. And maybe it was true.
But what’s wrong with this one, I thought. Was she disappointed? She got an eight and seventy-five and she was disappointed! She is already there, I told myself. She’s done. Bye bye. The decadence of the human being had just appeared in an eight-year-old girl. ¡I had ambition! They began, at that moment, the great confusions of life. The weekends were so nice, not long ago, when we would go to the races together and, if the last one came, we would return home very happy. Those were the days when he didn’t even make an effort. I didn’t see any difference between finishing first, fourth, and be the red lantern. The nice thing was to end up at the pizzeria after the kilometer test, and eat until our bellies hurt.
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