When I was 3 years old I went to live with my parents to Chiquimula, a department at the west of our country known as “La Perla de Oriente.” Since I was little I get used to live in a different place very quickly. This place was very different from the other places where I had live, it wasn’t the city. Not many cars were out there, instead a lot of people had motorcycles and others just walked. The town wasn’t that big and you get to know almost everyone there. The weather, I think that was what I really hated sometimes, we get to be almost 39° and it was really exhausting because when you are a kid you love playing and playing under the sun with that temperature is very uncomfortable. I used to take 3 showers a day, but sometimes the temperature was so hot that I could take even 5 showers, showers with cold water and even it was “cold” I felt it warm. Breathing was also a problem sometimes because when you breathe warm air you feel you are missing oxygen in your lungs so it felt pretty disgusting. People is very gently and polite, they try to be nice with everyone. My house was this yellow, big house near school.
When I first saw it I thought “This is a mansion! I live in a mansion!” of course I was a little three year old girl and for me it was really huge, but it wasn’t that big. It had a back gate and part of the front yard could be seen through the railing; there was a fountain in the front yard, I used to play there with my brother when we couldn’t go to the pool that was at the back of the house, I remember the pool was squared and light blue.
The best part of the house was that my bedroom was connected to the back yard and I could go easily to the pool and also I could jump from my window and get in the pool! That was amazing! When I first get to school I was afraid because I knew just 1 girl and 1 boy and I never thought they will be my classmates, well only the girl, her name is Maria Elvira now she is 14 years old and we haven’t talk for a long time, 6 years now. Living there was really incredible, I could walk from home to my dad’s work, well when I was little I couldn’t go alone but when I grew up I used to walk alone.
I have few clear memories from the year I live there, I remember more things from when I went on vacations years after but one thing I won’t forget is when one afternoon I came back from school with my daddy and we take lunch together and I loved being with him in the afternoon at work but that day he didn’t took me with him so I was really angry and sad and I was crying and kicking the gate until I couldn’t kick it anymore and I fell asleep. Like an hour later my mom took me with my dad and the first thing I said was “don’t you even think about punishing me because is your responsibility to take me with you” both my mom and my dad couldn’t stop laughing of what I had said. Then he told me that kicking the gate was not a solution and that he understand I was mad and sad but that I should called him instead of doing annoying things. Since that day my dad keeps joking with my funny quote.
Maybe this is not about one specific event, but it´s about one special time in my life, one of the last years I could be with my daddy everyday and spend lots of times with him because after that year he kept traveling from home t work every week and he would stay at home only weekends. I really missed those times, maybe is what I must miss from my childhood.
