Days and dates go by and I fail to grasp the flow of it all.
Sister says I got memories as a fetus. I don't. But I do have really (age 3 or so) early memories. My parents took many hardships, and sacrifices to achieve economic stability. Growing up my I barely got to see them.
This being México many other people in the family supervised me as a child.
My mother's dad and mother, also the my grandmother by my father's branch, aunts.
Also people close enough to be as part of the family like trusty employees or friends.
I used to be a quiet child, not so with my aunt Marcelina. She and my cousin once endured me singing Reel2Real 'I like to move it' for 40 minutes ... during a taxi ride.
Saying I have fond memories of a place called "the little black cow" the tiny playground would be an understatement. "la vaquita negra" was my obsession.
Not sure if the food was any good, the little playground in it was one of the greatest things ever. I bugged Jeanine and Marcelina until they took me there as often as they could.
They took my manners in high regard, and I also got to try food I've never had before in my short years. My cousin used to poke fun at the way I walk, used to collect Siggy paraphernalia and has crazy skills at sandcastle building.
Beetween mother and daughter I used to sway hanging by their arms, Marcelina loved the long talks that took place after every meal. And use to ask tons of questions, she definitively has a knack for making a conversation interesting.
Used to walk a lot (still do) I remember this somewhat cruel inner joke that only make sense in spanish: Ahora ya tienes arco en las plantas.
In spite of all the years of orthopedic pain, the arch in my feet is weak. BUT
hey! I got a bow in it. Wherever you are happy birthday.
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