Memories...

Y cuidado que se aloquen los caballos, que por aqui viene la salsa! I remember this salsa song when I lived with my grandparents over ten years ago. This song was from one of Hector Lavoe hits and it talks about christmas. This is one of many things I remember when I was a kid.

During this semester once I went with Maria and Christian to the center Casablanca for children. There we did some volunteer hours, like three I think. Our job was to be with the children, we could play with them or we could help them do their homework. But the thing was to be with them. Maria and Chirstian went to play with the kids and I had to stay with the kids who hadn't finished their homework. It has been long since I wasn't within three miles near with me and for more than one hour with a kid of less than eleven years old.

Seeing those kid made remember a lot of things. The screams, the disorder, the homework. So many things that made me feel very old. That is why I wrote about that a poem as my first post way back in October. I remembered that almost ten or nine years ago I, too, used to go to a place to help me get my homework done. It was so horrible in there, shit it was horrible.

My friends would call that place: the hell on heart, and with all reason. The ladies helping there were three sisters, my gosh they were so ugly. They were so strict, I think I remember some hits received by them or if it wasn't to me at least I saw some kids receiving them. I can still the screams of those ladies, they really were the hell on earth.

But it was good though, some girls from the girls- school used to go there too. That was the only reason, the only logic reason, one would let their parents send them to that place. I remember now that it smelled like dogs, actually with a good reason though because they used to keep three dogs there I think. I trying to see the restroom but I think is best for me to stop describing that place.

The main point of this post is to say that remember old times by seeing the kids in that center made me reflect about time and its great value. Each moment counts and each moment will lead a history, one we can hidde but no make them go away. I did not appreciate until that day, thank God he remind about the wonderfullness of being a kid once again.