Writting 1

When I was very young, I had much of imagination. That would be funny if I had not use it to have bad dreams. Most of the nights I could not sleep because of my dremas so I started to go to my parents bed.

At the beginning they did not care a lot, but when I started to go to their bedroom during many weeks, they finally got annoyed. That was because when I was young I used to move a lot when I was sleeping

One day, my parents said that that had to finish. They put an incredible number of bottles in front of the door of my  bedroom, so if I opened it the bottles would fall and my parents would be able to listen it. They also closed the door with key and they put around the door a type of rope so I could not opened it. After all that, they went to sleep.

When they got up, they got scared because I was in their bed. The door was closed and the bottles did not fell. I can not remember how I did it, maybe it was magic!