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Maryland, USA – 2000
The next time one of my siblings got “misplaced” was less than a year later. My family moved to Rockville, Maryland for six months before moving back to Peru. I was about six years old at the time. Continue reading
One of the worst nightmares parents can experience is that of losing track of their child. Though my dad claims none of his kids were ever lost, only misplaced, I feared for the lives of my younger siblings three different times. Here is the story of the first “misplacement.” Continue reading
I grabbed my mom’s hand as we were invited into the principal’s office. I sat down next to both my parents in the chairs across the principal’s desk. I stared at the floor as my parents requested to speak with my first grade teacher. After calling her, the principal turned back to my parents.
“Okay, tell me what happened from the beginning,” the principal said.
Everyone has something they are afraid of more than anything. When I was a kid, I was deathly afraid of fire.
I do not remember when or why I decided fire was scary, but I know that by my third birthday I could not even be in the same room as fire. When my mom brought out my birthday cake with the candles lit, I ran from the room and refused to go back in until the candles were blown out. So, my parents had one of the other kids blow them out for me. That is the first time I remember being afraid of fire. Continue reading
My family spent a lot of our time living overseas traveling across the countries we lived in. At first it was because my dad was invited to other churches across the country to preach to the youth groups. Then, we began to travel a lot more when my mom joined the Peruvian Christian rock band Corban. Continue reading