A true story about radio and television
(Sent by Alicia Díaz González, a student from Santander, Spain)

When I was a child I thought that tiny people lived inside the radio. They told stories to grown-ups.

At that time most people used to listen to the radio and children used to play in the street. There wasn't television.

My mother and her friends usually listened to the serials and they often cried your their eyes out when they listened to them.

On Sunday, my father listened to the radio when a tiny man talked very fast and he often shouted 'Goool', then my father sometimes got angry with the world and then he didn't play with me.

Tiny people are very bad, I thought. I was angry with them.

One Sunday morning while my parents were asleep, I tried opening the radio to scold the tiny people. I broke the radio, but I didn't see anybody there. When my parents got up they got angry with me.

Soon afterwards most people had television at their houses. I remember the day I watched TV for the first time. I thought that thing was magical. Small people appeared to tell us stories.

Although nowadays the TV doesn't amaze anybody, at that time it was quite an event.