“WHEN I WAS YOUNGER”

How to begin to describe my life when I was little? I don't usually remember many
things from the age of four onwards, I know that my first years of life I grew up in an
apartment until I was 2 years old and I went to live in what is now my house, the only
thing I remember about that is that we all slept in the same room while the other rooms
were being remodeled, when the other 2 were ready and mine followed, my mom tells
me that I chose a mural on the big wall of Cinderella, because she was my favorite
princess, and until now, that mural still remains intact. Another thing that I know so far
is that I have changed schools a lot since I can remember and I think I got used to that
idea, since I cannot change the city or country but I can change the school and I love
new experiences and places. I also remember going to my grandparents' house a lot
since my mom worked and I had no one to take care of me so she took me with them,
it was like my second home, from 2 to 13 I went almost every day, until When my mom
retired, I still go to visit them, but I miss spending my day to day there with them. I also
remember going to catechism from 6 to 13, in the same church I did 7 years, my first
communion and confirmation there, at first I felt like an obligation but with the passing
of time I think I got used to it and I didn't feel it so heavy until without knowing it I was
already doing my last year, I shared and lived many memories there, and although I am
not a person who believes in the bible and church (but I do believe in God) I did leave
many teachings, and I did miss going all on Saturdays, the inns, the festivals they used
to do, the masses, many things that are never lived again, I also remember my first
time at 5 years old when I started to learn to skate, next to the church there is a park
like that qur there when I took advantage and leaving classes for 2 hours, I would
practice for about another 2 hours while my parents sat on a bench to talk and my
brother played with the games that at that time he was very ugly but he was a very
small child I pretended not to care I used to, until I became a professional with skates
and I could skate as much as I wanted, I used to go all over the park with my parents
behind, for now I left that hobby but I still have my first skates (which are no longer
useful) but They make me remember, and that makes me happy, so I keep them. With
this I end my text, try to make it short and clear, thank you.