My childhood was a very beautiful and important time in my life and, unfortunately, we just realize it when is ended.
I have always been a very happy child and had everything I needed and wanted, including toys, food and a lot of other things.
As a matter of fact, it is not what I had or what I wanted that made my childhood so great, it was the love of my parents and the good memories I have from being loved and wanted, not only as son, but also as a person, permeating the dawn of my days.
My grandmother is one of the most important people in my life and she was a mother for me during all my childhood and I have great memories of her preparing delicious food for me, and teaching me how to study.
Even though I have so few memories of my time as a baby, I remember one special feeling: despair. It’s strange but when you are very young and don’t know how to communicate, your first intuition is to cry and it is so similar to despair that even today it makes me feel annoyed and uncomfortable.
When I look back to those early days, I see a little boy, so innocent and pure, with no concerns, just worried about being happy.
