It is difficult to talk about 4th Grade.
We had just left Mexico City and moved to Villahermosa, Tabasco.
Very different place, a city we associated more with Family Vacations (Due to my mother’s family living there) than Making a Living.
My main issue was the people.
You see, we had just arrived from Mexico City, a place that is maligned by many people throughout Mexico. A recurring phrase I have heard goes something like this: “If you love <insert current city name here>, kill a ‘Chilango'”. Chilango is the slang used to refer to people from Mexico City.
A calm, quiet kid from Mexico City was not very welcomed, and never adapted.
That year I learned how cruel kids can be.
I learned that I could punch and kick other people.
I learned that the other kids kicked and punched harder.
I also learned that nobody was listening when I told them they were calling me names in the first place.
They wanted me to do nothing to defend myself.
So I did.
It was only a year.
I managed to spend more time with some of my favorite cousins, I learned a bit about fishing, and made my first trips to Cancun and the Yucatan Peninsula. I learned snorkeling! I got the SNES! I started watching Anime on TV!
It was a painful year, yes, but all the good stuff that happened was amazing and unforgettable.
One of my most vivid memories is in the beaches of Cancun, a day in which the sea was wild and we were wilder.
My dad tried to convince us to go into the water even though it was a tad too wild for a 10-year old child.
We went in anyways.
The sea was unpredictable, violent, extremely aggressive. Not fit for swimmers at all.
And yet we stood there, holding on, almost swept to a potentially fatal situation.
That “almost-being-dragged-on” feeling was simply amazing, and coupled with the beautiful location, made for a memory that hardly has an equal.
The opportunities were not as good in Tabasco, so eventually we did move to Veracruz, a very famous port / tourist attraction.
Those were two good years.
That’s when the dreams started.