Happy encounters

When I was younger than today, the world used to looks like a big monster. Like a kraken or something like that, a beast of the sea. But my friends tamed this monster and turned into a nice animal, one of these persons was my friend Braulio. Who lived two streets away from me. I meet him in the church where we acolyte every Sunday in the altar. We were catholics, maybe a little messy but acolytes anyway. In these encounters we spent a lot of time together, with another two great friends. We were four, like the four of Liverpool. We singed and play guitar together, also we shared a love for the video games and sports. But we bifurcated our ways, one of us follow a path more “doctrinaire” and I don’t mean to his life as a fireman, a noble hobby if I can call it of that way. He entered in the military army and his time gets short, very very short. Also he changed a little bit but I am sure that he keeps being a good friend and person. We don’t see each other very frequently but when we share a moment it’s like go to the past when we had eight or ten years.