I
was born in a humble family. My parents worked hard to raise their three daughters.
July 15th of 1970 was a very special day for all of them: I was the first daughter and the
first grand-daughter for the grandparents, a fact that filled them with joy.
I remember my childhood in the seventies with happiness, playing with my friends in the
unpaved street, without the danger of the cars that we have nowadays. During those days
we already used to fantasize about what we would become when we grew up. I really don’t
rememeber which was my wish then, but I remember what I liked later, being a teenager,
when I started writing short stories that helped me to dream about boys, whether they real
or taken from a movie.
