CHAPTER 4.
“How could my father have let me take that trip?” Remembering that long ago day, I still wonder to this day. He has always been very cautious and has never let us do anything that could be risky. Even if I had to hammer a nail into the wall, he would say:
“Give it here! I’ll do it, surely you’ll hit your finger with the hammer.”
“Honey!” said my mother whenever she would hear him, “if you don’t teach him, he’ll never know how to do anything.”
“He’ll learn when he’s a grown-up,” he said smiling.
“But Dad, when will I be a grown-up in your eyes? I’m taller than you, and I’m almost two meters tall,” I would say when I heard him say that I wasn’t old enough to do something yet.
“Well, the fact that you’re tall doesn’t mean that you’re a grown-up, that’s not the same thing,” he
