My experience

Several years ago, when I still lived in Madrid, my family and I decided to go to the centre of Madrid.My parents want to visit the centre of the city and the monuments again, but my sister and I didn't want to do the same, we wanted to go to the Wax Museum. My parents liked the idea ,but they decided that we visited the museum in the evening and in the morning we stayed

in the centre.

First, we took the underground and we got off at the second stop. We visited the '' Cibeles'' and the others places known in Madrid. My father took pictures of all places. Then, we went to eat at the friend´s restaurant of my parents .

We had a great time but my sister and I just wanted to go to the museum.

In the afternoon, we left the restaurant and went to the Wax Museum. My sister and I were very excited because this was the first time that we visited the Wax Museum. We begin to see the museum for the part of the story, I, as was the smallest of the family enjoyed it, but then came the worst. We Saw all areas of the museum, only we had the last one: the fear zone. when we arrive to this area, I didn't as happy as before. I went faster and with eyes closed to not see anything that scared me, but in the rush I dropped an earring into the cage of a monster. I ran outside the area without looking the earring that I lost before. I left crying but my parents and my sister were laughing.

This experience didn't again until several years after.