When I was 6 years old, in december of this year, my first gift of christmas was a bicycle, I was very happy and the next day I wanted  learn to ride it, then I went to the park with my parents, I was learnig when I fell off and I scraped my arm and my face. I remember, I was scare and I was crying a lot, then I practiced with my bicycle for 5 hours.

16 years ago, I felt my first fear, it was but I know, my current fears are not comparables with this fear in my childhood…it’s just a good memory.