mayor Street, located in a small town in the southern part of Spain, is the street that means the

most to me. Every day, as I would wake, I could vividly hear the birds chirping, the thick
bushes and leaves ruffling as the wild wind passed gracefully through the greenest trees I had
ever seen. By then, the whole town’s awake.
I, on the other hand, would run to my friends’ houses and bang on their gates, summoning them
to come and play with the rest of us. We would all bring a unique piece of entertainment that we
would share: a tall blue bike, a rusty clanking metal bike, a football, basketball ..
Now Virgo Street is only a remnant of the past, a fragment of my memory. Yet I am still deeply
honored to have lived there. I was once part of a beautiful country and I’m thankful for it.