THE WET STORY
By Javier D. Macias Toro.

When I was 10 years old and fifth grade I loved to play soccer. So one day, after leaving school I went home of my aunt Alba, who lived in another neighborhood. There was a small soccer camp with wooden arcs near there. When I walked around the soccer camp some friends invited me to play soccer. I told them, "I can´t. I´m wearing my school tennis shoes." Then my friends said to me, "don´t worry, we´ll play without shoes." So I put my shoes under a bush and went to play. The weather was cloudy, but that didn´t  matter. Soon after, it started to rain and then it transformed into a really crazy game. The grass was very wet, so people slid several meters on the ground. We fell many times on the grass. Our clothes ended very muddy. The outcome of the match was 20-15. Our clothes, hair, and body were totally wet and my tennis shoes was swimming in a pool of mud. So I came home and washed my clothes and tennis. Then, I put the shoes behind the fridge to dry. Unlucky, it was a time of electricity rationing and the light went out. So I went to school with my tennis shoes very wet. I was cold. My mother never knew it, fortunatelly!