MY FIRST CHILDHOOD MEMORY

Today, I want to share my first childhood memory. I was born in a simple town on the east of Antioquia; the families were very close and what they had it was share by all; they shared everything they had, and even the children were delivered from a family to other one, to present them in baptism and to be dedicated to God.

The first recollection that comes to my mind when I think about my childhood is always the same one:

I was in my baptism godfather’s house with his son Hector; I was about three years old; and I remember that we were in the court of the house; I remember the smile and the happiness of everyone, but it could not understand very well; we were under one of the cows - one that was called "the paturra " - milking it with a few jars; I remember that it was pulling and pulling the teats of the cow, but nothing was coming out no milk; so many years ago, I see that this matter was not so easy.

Still, in several family gatherings we remember with great joy this moment, and I get mocked by my family; this three year old boy seems to be so remote…. Jajajajajaja

Neid Arcid Marín Bedoya

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