When I was 16 years old, I was on high school by that time my friends and I were involved in the politic world so one day we wanted to go to the street because a enormous number of Venezuelan went out to protest, at the moment that all my friends were preparing everything to go, I was asking my mother if I could go but she explained to me that it was dangerous for a minor to go protest, immediately I went where my friends were to ask them if their really want to do it, I was reluctant to go but one friend began to say that I was scared, making fun of me, I felt so ashamed, I didn’t want to be the coward of the school, as a resulted, I told them that I was going to protest, all of my classmates followed me, after the bus let us as close as it
