Southern anecdotes

I already came back from the south, as you probably will have noticed. I had a lot of fun there too, I even got "tan" (which, for me, is basically not as pale as before), I spent the day at the pool, playing water polo and swimming races with my younger cousins. But I also found out that I am up to the circumstances when it is required.
There was this nine year old girl, who had went there with her younger sister, her big sister (a sixteen year old four door closet who wanted to be my friend from the start, but she didn't talk to me though), and her nine year old cousin. The first day I got there, the big sister wanted to be my friend, as I said, and the nine year old cousin of theirs asked my out. The first I thought? Since when the hell am I so popular? Then I saw them both bullying the nine year old Tati, right in front of me. What do I do?
–Come, Tati, let's go for a walk.
–Well, okay.
–Finally, you take her out of our sight!
–No, actually I'm taking you out of her sight.
Yeah. Later on Tati told me everything, and told me the typical things you are told when you do something good, but I am not a wonderful person, I'm just a girl with a sense, and a defined view of what is wrong and what is right. I took the sixteen year old and Tati, and talked to them both.
–Hey, you are really hurting your sister.
–Yes, but it's not on purpose, we're just kidding.
–I know you think you're just kidding, having some fun, but what you do does get to her, and your jokes have gone way too far. Look, you are the older one, you have to be a role model to her, someone she can look up to. I wouldn't do to my brother what you are doing to her, because I love him, and I know it would be hurtful.
She said I was right. They fixed it and now they're great, and thank God, because that giant girl could have punched me unconscious, but that possibility didn't stop me.
Afterwards, this little kid called Brian, and his brother Alvaro came. They were amazing, and then Iruma (11), Carlos (4) and Chesare (12). Iruma is a good friend of mine now, and Chesare developed feelings for me somehow, up to a point when I had to stop it.
–Chesare, you're twelve years old. I wish you were older, but you're not.
–You wish that because you like me.
–I wish that because maybe if you were a little bit older, there would be a chance that I would like you.
And it's true, he was really fun, and interesting and handsome, but a kid still.
We played truth and dare and called hot, handsome and gorgeous to some guys at the pool. We ate leaves and answered awkward questions, and laughed so much. Also this girl called Shakira came, but that wasn't remarkable. I developed tighter bonds with my almost seventeen year old cousin and I took lots of pictures. Also I found out a guy had been calling me names with other people. I decided I didn't like that and confronted him, after talking for a while (when he stupidly insisted in that he didn't know me at all), he apologized. I couldn't even believe it.
We would lay down in the hammocks at night, listening to music and talking, and staring at the night sky. We played and laughed. I will never forget it.
Summer has been good.