When I read that should write about a story of my childhood it came many to mind , because my maternal grandmother was expert in these issues , for every occasion she had a history, and that in some way achieved its purpose scare as children and don`t  make something misconduct or simply let laugh with his anecdotes, are memories that I keep with love, which I remember and to step in the breast of it or be talking about my great-grandmother, she worked ironing , and doing cleaning by what it cost much earn each penny, one day she found a crumpled bill and with fear she save and treasure for a long time, the place safer that she though was in her kitchen,  my grandmother as a child was absolute mischievous, and  one day playing with his brother , fire across the kitchen including the bill of my great-grandmother , then I of small thought, what which would remain the moral here not playing with fire, or that always has do or do not stick to what material

You can look at diverse points of view this story. Another story that i remember was the very Chilean and typical " the old bag " if you do something evil was your worst nightmare , my mum said , you never ate the meal will come to find the man of the bag and she always show me any man in the street, which now I come to agree that it was always different, not that I was so illusory to believe that a man was going to give noticed that I made a little thing  and take  me. When I was little, I was innocent goodness, at least that's what my parents tell me, sometimes I wish I could get that sympathy that pure heart of a child, and even one day return to that age, in which there was not a kind of concern or problem, just it was happy, eating delicious things, being loved, playing and learning.