My first time in Rome
When i was 11 y.o. my father sent me to my grandmother who lives in Rome. I was so exited, because i never saw my grandmother and of course it was my first time in Rome. When i finally arived, nobody met me, and i was on Rome alone without any information where i am. I almost started to panic but I remembered my father's words: "Never trust any of Rome people, i am also from Rome", and i finally realized: i haven't grandmother in Rome. When I came to my senses, i'm realized that i'm hungry, so i started to seeking some food to eat. After 5 hours i found whole burger in the trash can by the restaurant, i was scared but i ate it. It was very delicious. Then the chef saw me and called me to the restaurant to eat normal food, but i refused. Then i returned to airport and my grandmother found me in tears...
That is how was my first time in Rome
My blog
When i was 7 y.o., i was dreaming about my own blog with many subscribers. But times passed and I forgot about it. And finally when my teacher gave me this exercise i was very glad!
So here is blog, founded on a famous magazine "Teens and alcohol". In this magazine teens writes about theirs problems with alcohol, and it seems very familiar to my life. When i was 5 y.o. i had drunk beer for first time, it was amazing, but I remember it blurry. Then at 10 y.o. my friend bring 100 ml vodka to school and this was awful! When i started to try it, John (my friend's name) started to beat me for no reason! It was last time i saw him...
Now i'm reading this magazine to know why did he do that, but i never got an answer...
The end
