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Memories I had where I grew up

By Estrella Mosqueda

I grew up in Michoacan, Mexico, a pretty big city. Along with the poorness of the people

that could barely make enough to pay rent, the streets of Michoacan near my house were bumpy

due to the poor, messy concrete work and the potholes on the roads and sidewalks that

surrounded all the roads and houses. The colorful houses around the neighborhood are made of

strong brick and aren't modern at all or either good-looking, But I love my home despite how it

looked because the house and that neighborhood is part of the memories of where I grew up and

are special to me.

One time when I was little, my parents couldn't afford to buy me toys, and I really wanted

a doll that would be able to say ¨mom and dad¨ and also fake cry. So, I always waited for The

Day of The Kings when the kings brought kid toys. I waited, but I knew I would be disappointed

because I never got my dream toy doll, just some traditional Mexican candies. But this one

specific, special day, I couldn't help but be happy because I finally got my doll, a doll that could

talk and fake cry. I never forgot this day because it brought me so much happiness. Though I

loved my home and had many fun, and happy memories, it also brought me sadness and many

not-so-good memories that really changed me as a person.

For example, growing up was difficult for me because my brothers would get drunk and

come back drenched in the strong smell of alcohol, making me want to puke. They couldn't walk

straight and were sloppy like a newborn trying to walk. When they came back from drinking,

they would hit my dad. I can remember sobbing, my face red and wet from crying because I

couldn't do anything as a weak, small, skinny, girl that could easily be picked up and thrown