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My Dream Story

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In the Caribbean, a tropical and beautiful place, surrounded by blue and clear seawater. Lives ten-year-old Nakili. Adventurous and likes challenges, play’s on the beach with friends until the evening arrives. They will sit on the sand looking at the horizon, watching how the sunlight goes behind the multicolored seas, beyond the white breaking waves on the reef. Nakili was super inquisitive and dreamed of what could be beyond the ocean.
His father. The head of Nicaragua's Miskito's indigenous fishermen; with men from his tribe, were organizing the canoes to go fishing. Nakili, asks him. Can I go with you? “Never,” Said his father.
Please, father, I need to know. Need to know? Said his father.
Nakili said I need to know what is back of the horizon.
His father interrupts the chore he was doing and said. “Listen, Son. We never go beyond the horizon, it's dangerous! We could find giant fishes or sea monsters we can't catch, they could eat us.”

Nakili ran to meet his friends and tell them what he had just learned, and sure of himself he said, “So, we must plan now. We need to go to find out what is behind the horizon”.
“Hah, are you crazy? we should never go there." said his best friend Bigfoot. Listen! Said Nakili. “This is a secret, promise you will Never talk about.’’ Nakili and his friends took one of the fishing canoes that was laying on the beach. There was always an adult watching and taking charge of the canoes. What are we going to do now? Said Bigfoot.

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