RE- WRITING - What do I think about?

What do I think about? I think about a lot of things like you. My brain is always turning on, working, sometimes productively sometimes not.  I think a lot about my job, how to improve conditions. I think about how hard it is to keep a company in my own hand with so many obstacles and no solutions to problems. I think about my children (they are not children any more), if they are feeling well, if they have a good structure to lead their lives by themselves  (it’s my job to do this), if they are happy and take their life seriously.  I think a lot about food, about eating or not eating - I love eating. I don’t think enough about money and the way to multiply it. I don’t think enough about guys because I don’t appreciate them to fall in love. At this moment I’m thinking about my research for my master’s and I think that is a very solitary thing. I think about friendship and I care about some friends. I think about this writing and I guess it’s a failure, but that’s it. bye 

RE- WRITING (FICTION) - About this picture

Who doens’t want to keep a moment of happiness forever?  Smiiiiile! That’s it. The moment  you take a picture it looks as if you are able to freeze  time and  never lose it. Sometimes this happened with me. Concerning this trip, since this picture was taken I have been happy.   Once upon a time, mom decided that the whole family would take a trip by bike while she would ride a horse. She never learned to ride a bike. Before we left, mom had prepared sandwiches and juice for everyone and Dad, my brother, my sister and I had filled the bicycles’ tires.  We left at 7 o’clock and after this we were traveling  all day. The way wasn’t easy for a child like me. I was just seven years old and I had already changed my little bike for a big one. For Dad, it was a big challenge to keep the whole family together. Now, all that is left is this picture, a rusty bike hung in my garage and the feeling of happiness.