A memory very vague , but very present in my memory is the day that I arrived to Mexico, I was 5 years ... was a night, the truth I remember when I board the plane or when lose the.... my memory begins when we arrived at my house my uncle Ernesto me dear took me inside her, inside we were all the brethren of my dad and my cousin Ivan that he had 7 years .... and inside the house they began to talk all in the yard, in between of this was a fig tree ... Ivan asked to my uncle Ernesto me down to play, when I get off , Ivan began to run and I run around .... he step below the tree but I could not dodge it and I stayed in its branches .... No memory is not at all cute but funny ...
