Short Christmas Story

 When I was a kid, there was a time I lived with my parents in Tarapio, a neighbourhood, about 25 min in bus from my maternal grandmother's house.

In December, my cousins and I used to stay some days there. We had such a happy days back there. We would play and eat until we get tired. 

The house was built next to a river, and I remember that one time We played until it was so late that we would jump in the river from one rock to the other, because We thought It would get so dark, We would have to set fire to a stick or something to see the path and keep insects (and possibly snakes) away from Us. I thought at some point "If only I had brought matches", but luckily, there was no need for anything, we were closer than we remembered and We got to the house in a blink.