Girl that didn’t want to grow up

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I remember my childhood perfectly. Normally we don’t have memories of our first years of life, I agree!

I do not remember being nine months inside my mother’s womb and how I got out, but I do know that I was born on June 25, 1993 at 4:00 AM.

I do not remember the first look, touch, affection, or smile that we exchanged.

I do not remember my first birthday party, or even the third one and whether it was celebrated or not.

But I do remember that my grandmother used to take me with her whenever she went fishing on the beach in the center of town.

The water was so clear, that we could see the fishes swimming by and grab them with our own hands, without making much effort.

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From there came our food and most of the families of our small island. I loved watching the fishes swimming and would make them company. I would talk to them, as if they could listen to me. They were my friends and i had a lot of fun with them.

I used to spend hours sitting on the beach, next to my grandmother looking at the horizon and smiling, as the water touched my feet.

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It was the first and best years of my life, and keep in mind that I am only 23 years old. We walked and played barefoot, feeling the clay and the smell of it when it rained.

The birds singing, and the different types of sounds of nature,  together formed a beautiful song, it was magic to my ears. I enjoyed listening to them, especially in the morning, there was no way I could wake up in a bad mood. We used to go to the waterfalls, where we had fun, while we washed our clothes. We were naked almost all the time, without fears. Ohh, how much i miss that! The feeling of freedom, and nothing to worrie about.
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I climbed the trees to catch fruits like: Mango, Papaya, Jaca, Cajamanga, Safu, among others. Mango, Jaca and papaya, were my favorite ones.

The most delicious and juicy mango in the world, without a doubt. They had different sizes and color, but the smalls ones, oh Jesus! They had that yellowish color that you knew, they were ripe, full of flavor, and the smell of it, I cannot explain. Nothing to do with the ones I see nowadays in the markets.

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