place where he was every morning ... was part of my life, the only reason for my concerns, which were not too big, but then if it seemed. I got up at 8:00, went home from my cousin "The Dani" (In the street a bit up the street) after matutitos early morning chores, I was chubby (yes, more than now), with a large portfolio (by then there was talk of back problems they created), a bumpy asphalt road in a suburb why we threw the bike without brakes, but that's another story ... I arrived at my cousin's house around 8:30 and were lucky if your mother would take us to the scooter with my cousin and my cousin, yes, we were 4 on a bike, and none was wearing a helmet, not even like walking bike were other times, but it had to be lucky because my aunt had often to work or the bike was not working, then played go walk about 20 minutes walk to school, not as we did because the last time I did that distance with some 15 years later the same 20 minutes and my steps were longer, the portfolio had no back and was not so plump ... finally, the miracle of children. then came to that place I have grown up, where I learned to live together, where she learned to read and multiply, where I played, I shared good and not so good times ... there had to Miss Toni, Miss Marie, Miss Inman, Miss Carmen and Don Rafa, I owe them all something, something that no one else could have given me, and together with my parents have created the personality of who I am. Not only taught me what I wrote above, I also taught to share, listen, work hard, believe in me, to learn to accept defeat, to look ahead and think about this ... But not only that was there over the years were shaping friendships, where we met all: Guadalupe, Maria Jesus, Maria del Mar, "The Futre", "El Gordo", "The Lantern ",... but especially with "The Cake", "The Juanlu", "David", Grenadier, and some more. Long live together, both inside and outside the Cole: those afternoons of football in the square where the "old cojonera" scolded us because that was not to play football, work group (especially one football field of technology "with lights and to !!"), skipping those evenings in the cole to play inside (funny, now jump to another address), speaking later in the afternoon in the park for girls and other things and so many things I do not remember but it sure was then very important.
Login to play at school was not so easy, back then there was nothing to what is called "Open in schools" to get to play, had to skip to get a technique that we went slowly and debugging we knew which were the two main points (one on each side of cole) to jump more easily into things were not as now, the yard was full of slopes, sliding ramps, handrails that were more trouble than the problem they wanted to avoid, etc.. 
cole itself
The cement was discovered in many parts, none of services tailored for kids, going to the service was quite an ordeal parbulito believe me, the sources did not work, all classes were also up, so there we saw the coxcombs 4 years old with megacarteras up the stairs as "the womb" said "come with both feet, first one then the other," in the yard together, no separation of ages, ... cole itself The profs were giants and we could not think to say the word "sign" or "gift" before the name, it was what they said, they treated us with kindness and we caught them even more love, even when we were older so Negas.
That site now 9 years after he left to study there has changed a lot, but still have the same essence, the court still uneven, but they do not slip, there are areas with fencing to prevent falls absurd, and handrails are not fatal, is painted and arranged tracks, the kids are by themselves in the playground, children's services are medioadaptados,
ya no hay cemento al aire, todo pintadito, fuentes que funcionan, clases improvisadas en la planta baja para los peques peques (los de 4 años siguen subiendo),...
He estado allí de prácticas estos dos últimos cursos, mucho ha cambiado, pero la base, el cariño sigue estando, los profes también han cambiado, unos se jubilaron, otros se fueron a los institutos o a colegios en otros lugares, solo queda Doña Inma (la cual ahora es profe de Inglés y no parece ella misma) y Don Rafa, que ahora ya no es Don, sino para mi Rafa a secas, aunque a veces se escapa ese don, ya no parecen tan grande y hasta te puedes cuestionar lo que dice, pero sigue siendo una gran persona a quien I much like the rest of my profs, like the Cole, I Cole, CP San José de Calasanz.
