I’m going to tell you A true story about the radio
A long time ago, when I was a child I thought that tiny people lived inside the radio. They told stories to grown ups.
At that time most people used to listen to the radio and children used to play in the street. There wasn’t television.
My mother usually listened to the radio serials and she often cried her eyes out. On Sunday, my father listened to the radio when a tiny man talked very fast an he often shouted: goool!...Then my father sometimes got angry with the world and then he didn’t play with me.
Tiny people are very bad, I thought. I was angry with them.
One Sunday morning while my parents were asleep I tried to open the radio to scold to tiny people. I broke the radio but I didn’t see anybody there. When my parents got up they got angry with me.
Soon afterwards most people had television in their houses. I remember the day I watched TV for de first time. I thought that thing was magical. Small people appeared to tell us stories.
By Alicia Díaz
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