The Beginning...

I was born on July 7, 1998 in the city of Iquique, Santiago. A place that paradoxically I do not know and that of course is one of my destinations to make concrete when I have the opportunity to travel.

When I was still a baby I had to take the first plane with my mother to the city of La Serena, place in which I developed much of my childhood before traveling to the metropolitan region.

This is a picture of me going to the beach with my mother in La Serena (she took the picture).

I made a quiet life as a child inside everything, I liked very much to play sports and spend time with my friends, they were my escape route to responsibilities and bad weather, I invested a lot in them and I always felt that they did, that's why the farewell was hard, sad, and the worst of everything too fast to assimilate, but I will talk about this later...

My first school was called Heroes of the Conception, I studied there until third grade of primary school, the remaining grades I studied in my second school called Andres Bello Centro, where I did from fourth to seventh grade, in this school I met the group of friends I mentioned a while ago, we were inseparable, or at least that's what we thought.

This was my first day of school. I didn't remember being so black.

I'll get straight to the point, I was always a sociable guy and was loved among my peers, I liked to help and brighten up the days of those who needed it, so time went by and I made a group of indispensable friends. I went out with them, I started going to my first parties, the first girls, sport was something I loved to do, I enjoyed many things in my period in La Serena and I am grateful to have lived them in their determined time. However, the news came suddenly and exaggeratedly that we were leaving in a couple of weeks. The academic year was ending, and these were the last days of farewell activities, food and games. The atmosphere was rarefied, I saw classmates crying because they didn't pass the grade, others happy because of their condition, and everything was happening very fast. Suddenly my mother arrives to pick me up when almost everything is finished and tells me: "We are leaving tonight to Santiago (metropolitan region of Chile), I have your things ready", at no time did I expect to have experienced such an abrupt departure, in fact I never knew about the trip, which is why I could not say goodbye to my dearest friends, nor to my best friend, with whom we had a close sentimental and affectionate relationship, she hated me for years for not giving her a last hug and goodbye.