My Story of girl that will NEVER forget REAL Story

It was a Parachute~ When I was a little girl

When I was 9 to 10 years my dream was to travel a helicopter and throw me a parachute. (Now is still 57 years later).¡ I thought I never could ride a parachute so I build one ! I started building my own parachute! A tablecloth of a very thick plastic. Nylon rope which my dad used to hang bunches of bananas. I tied my tablecloth by the 4 ends (corners)(it was square)  that my dad said a fisherman tie,and it was very safe. In the center of the above, I placed a balloon filled with air

(Cuando estaba en 4to grado DE ESCUELA ELEMENTAL llegó una niña nueva al salón usaba muletas porque tenía un pie más corto. Su nombre; Paula. Siempre era la última en llegar,  me daba tristeza verla. Un día a uno de los niños se le ocurrió una  '''brillante idea”” ___“ el último que llegue es el mas feo””” y todos emprendieron carrera. Vi a Paula y sentí tanta tristeza que me dejé caer.. (a propósito para llegar último que ella) llegué último me gritaron _”fea,! fea!, fea!  pero ni los oía porque Paula tenia una sonrisa en su rostro. No era la mas fea!

De esta historia (real) escribí este poema.)

FEA! FEA FEA!

Despacito voy Corriendo
paso a paso llegaré
llevo en mi alma un remiendo
pero no me venceré.

My sad story of little  girl that will NEVER forget(REAL HISTORY)

I had 10 years and I graduated from 6th grade. My best friend Rita told me he would not attend graduation because their parents could not buy shes clothes. I wanted her be there,  and started doing things that produce money for her clothes. My mom was going to make the dress. With hard work