Nobody is born knowing floor. I say, always good enthusiast gentleness of life, it took me at least fifteen months to begin to contemplate the painful possibility of raising my beautiful ass filled with talc and welcoming Hipoglós of laps that rocked me so maternally. When I got up, of course it was not that great: lacking coordination, lacked attention, lacked concentration, lacked provision. The Curtinhas legs did not get along very well. Not moved at the same pace. Ended, sooner or later, always giving a way to tear down that beautiful baby on the floor silly. And how many tumbles. And how many mourners. And how many laughs. And how many purples.