Thinking about childhood

I was very serious as a child. It's going to sound weird, but my parents tell me now that they were worried about my lack of smiles... I mean, make me laugh wasn't very easy. Once, my aunt Marisol told me: "You don't smile because you don't want to get wrinkled?". When I was eight, I went to a party with some cousins and an aunt, we were sat around a table and in front of my view, there was a few years older boy -like an adolescent-. He started to stare at my eyes. Don't get confused, it wasn't love at first sight. Actually, he wanted to play "Make the other get uncomfortable". Bad idea, he didn't know that quiet silent type girl wouldn't stop staring at his eyes until he got bored. But finally he wasn't bored, he was embarrassed. At that time, I didn't realize of "the power of the seriousness", so in some way I had to learn to smile more and stop having an expressionless face with people. I think I noticed it isn’t very kind.
In general, my childhood was good. I have a one year older brother and when we were children we played together a lot, he was the “master mind” for the games. Because of my father’s work, we lived in seven places of Chile. I lived most part of my life in the ninth region. My family and I went regularly to the volcanoes and natural places. When it was winter, sometimes Curacautín -the city where I lived between six and nine- had a layer of snow that didn’t let me move many steps out of my house. In fact, now my mother laughs about once she sent me to buy some food for lunch and I was crying with my plastic boots in the snow, because I couldn’t walk. In that city, we adopted my beautiful dog. Her name is Perra and she gives happiness to all of us.
These are the words for today.