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My favourite places in my childhood


When I was a child, my dad took me every weekend to different places (sometimes they repeated but I didn´t bother me). In addition, I won’t say that I remember all of those, so I´m going to talk about those I remember the most (and I return until today)
One of my favorite places in life was the Artequin Museum, it placed next to the Quinta Normal Park. I personally think that it is a place to visit once, because his tour was always the same, I mean, in that route you have to see a movie about a ballerina statue in the museum (like the picture) who becomes alive in the and talks to the different paintings and his stories.

Other place near of the Artequin was the Santiago´s Library, and I remember that I spend many time reading books in those cones in the section of children’s. I don´t really remember that I used the computer (because I was very shy).
My last favorite place in mi childhood was the Plaza Brazil (in that time I called “La plaza del volcán”) because it is a perfect place to children, I think it was because of the didactics playgrounds like a volcano, and a weird mixture of hands and a snail (I just called that place snail).  I remember that I spend all the day climbing that (even that it was very dangerous), definitely that place gave me many scars in my knees.

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  1. I have not been able to visit the museum artequin yet, I will try to make time and go!

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  2. Nice of you to put a picture besides the text, I'm looking foward to visit those places :)

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  3. I never go to Artequin Musseum, is so curious. I like the statue that you expose.

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  4. I don't know the artequin museum but in the pictures looks so interesting.

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