My youngest
memories belong to Monclova, a little city in Coahuila, Mexico
I remember
I was 3 years old, and I had many many neighbours, most of the kids there were
my age or a little bit older, it was really fun.
I think I
ate a rock because some kid called Carlos dared me, it wasn’t pretty.
There was
an older girl that always organized our games or activities for the day.
I was one
of the oldest kids, I remember most of the other children looked up on me.
There was a
little dessert in the middle of our neighborhood, that was our playground for
most of our games.
Many of the
families that lived there moved to Saltillo, our families were dear friends, my
mom and their moms, dads and dads, and kids with kids.
We grew up,
and I had to move places because of my dad’s work.
I still see
some of my childhood friends when I’m on vacations.
They’ve all
grown up a lot, the girls grew pretty, some of the boys grew up to be geeks,
others play soccer or tennis, the point is we all grew up.
I remember
all of our adventures in that creepy old house, or the midnight-killer, a guy
that follows children when they’re out late at night.