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0 years
My mother had suffered all of the contractions and general birth pain before the doctor told her I was going to be born by cesarean. Then it happened, and I started existing. -
1 year
Someone left me fall on the floor because he/she though I had already learned how to walk (I didn´t learn how to walk because I had used a “device” which delayed that process until I turned 14 months old -
2 years
I had already learned how to live as a single baby when my little sister was born. My family always kept me close to her so I could learn how to take care of her (and because they didn’t want me to get jealous, so they kept me busy) -
3 years
When I was 3 years old, my sense of humor had already appeared: one day I got accidentally locked in my father’s car and instead of follow their instructions, I just laughed and made funny faces while they tried to get me out of there -
4 years
With my sister, we had made lots of messes at home before my parents bought us a big tent in which we started to spend hours and hours playing. And I also had started school before I turned 5 years old. -
5 years
I had celebrated my first birthday party before our parents stopped dressing my sister and me as twins (I always used to get really upset when they dressed us up with similar clothes) and before I graduated of pre-scholar with a honor mention. -
6 years
I started primary when my first tooth had already fallen down. I started to learn English at school. -
7 years
I started swimming classes with mi sister. As hadn’t crawl when I was a baby, my moving coordination was not the best, which made the process more difficult for me. -
8 years
I had started to go to English classes on Saturdays after my parents saw how good my level at school was. -
9 years
One day, we had had a school activity which was going to take almost all of the day. When we arrived home with my sister, we found all of the family there crying after they discovered my closest uncle died in a car accident. -
10 years
I discovered my passion for extreme activities when with my family we went to Santander and I practiced canopy, which was (atravesar) the space between one mountain and another with a rope an an harness. -
11 years
I had started secondary in the Claretiano School after a long process trying to deal with difficult math exercises in my first school. The adaptation process was so long, before I could get used to that system, I had suffered mental issues (by luck, it was nothing to worry about) and low grades. -
12 years
I had lived long years obeying all of my parents’ orders, so my “rebel” side started to see the light and with that I started to argue when I didn’t want to do something (I always win when I ‘m arguing with my father, but my mother always has a better answer, I ‘m still trying with her) -
13 years
In this year, every single thing changed, I had started classes in my actual school before I discovered my strong ability to criticize education. I started to explore writing thanks to a teacher and I found new friends. We also moved to a new apartment. -
14 years
When I was 14, I had a bus ride on my own for the first time. And when I was about to turn 15, I met the boy who has been my boyfriend for almost 8 months. I also had returned to my first apartment with my family before getting used to a new routine. -
15 years
I had gotten the braveness to tell to my family that I don’t believe in god or in any other religion before I finally started to feel free in that sense. It was easier than I though. I had also gotten obsessed with the 40’s culture before my “normal teenager likes” appeared, so I always have better relationships with adults than with other people my age.