Once upon a time... my grandmother gave me a cell phone and is there where our story begins.... Since my first phone, I had another six cellphones and I loved everyone, cause everyone had somthing special: The first... well, was THE FIRST, was very simple, but was the first. The second one had a tiny flashlight, which I loved because everytime that I loose something, I used to find the stuff. The third and the forth was cool cause there were resistent (I dropped it manny times, but never broke). The fifth was my first touch screen cellphone, but then came out the smartphones, and my phone wasn't cool anymore. Here is were my "LG Optimus Me Red" and I start our life together.
I use it for everything: text messages, internet navigation, to take pictures.... And when I foget it at home, I suffer ;O; My friends make fun of me and say that I'm a "nomofobica" (a person who can'ts live without a cellphone) and yes, I am. The true reason I love my cellphone is because I call and I text whit my boyfriend, but also use it for playing games in class jajaja.
And that's my favourite piece of technology ;D
jajaja Dani Lorca and me write about the cell too. I've had four cellphones, the first was a rock, very resistent.
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