Hacia la Luz, por el amor de Ometeotl

Thursday, 27 October 2011

recuerdo, infantil

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One of my earliest memories is playing in the park with my best friend Juan Carlos, we must have been around 5 or 6. We were alone a few yards from our front doors. A fierce dog came running wildly towards us and Juan Carlos ran screaming. I froze. The dog ignored me. He chased Juan Carlos, who got a nasty bite on his bottom, needed stitches. It sometimes seems like I'm still waiting to see if it's safe to move.