First Writing
Five years ago, my parents and I went to visit some cousins from Canada. I was 13 years old then, and I still remember how fascinated I felt when we arrived to that huge mansion. It was the first time I met my cousins, Jack and Lila. They lived there with my grandmother, she had raised them since they were little and they had grown up as the typical rich and spoilt siblings. One day while I was making my bed, I heard them arguing with the cleaning lady, they had thrown their clothes all around the bedroom, just because they were bored, and wanted her to clean their mess! I couldn't stand it! And my parents neither, so instead of spending 5 days in my grandmother's house we decided to book a hostel situated quite close from were we where. Surprisingly, a very important family in America was staying there for holiday too... They were the Obama's! And we got the amazing chance to meet them, they were very nice and polite to us, just as current people. Finally ...