Eager to imitate the great things of men, the boys also made our squads, with small ships, roughly carved, to which we put paper or cloth sails, marinating them with great determination and seriousness in any puddle in Puntales or La Caleta. So that everything was complete, when a room came into our hands through any of the industrial routes that were ours, we bought gunpowder at the house of Aunt Coscoja on Calle del Torno de Santa María, and with this ingredient we would have a complete naval party . Our fleets threw themselves into the wind in oceans three yards wide; they shot their pieces of cane; They collided imitating bloody boardings, in which their imaginary crew fought with glory; the smoke covered them, revealing the flags, made with the first colored cloth found in the trash cans; and while we danced with rejoicing on the coast, to the roar of artillery, imagining ourselves to be the nations to which those ships belonged, and believing that in the world of men and great things, the nations would dance the same, witnessing victory. Of his beloved squads. Boys see everything in a unique way.