My professor in kinder-garden!

 “A,B,C,D...”

I was seven years old when I went to the school. Many months before, when my mother said I could go to school. I started to think about it. It was a big feeling inside my heart. My heart was full of happiness and I really wanted to say to all my friends, my neighbors, at every person I found in the street that I was prepared to go to school.

Even though I wanted to go at Kinder-garden during my five years old, I did not go. I saw all the kids that were going to kinder-garden and I was excited to go with them, there were kids being carried by their mom, holding the hand of his or her little girl or boy to go there. But, I never assisted at one of the class in kinder-garden as my sister, Amanda. My mom said she had the opportunity to go at kinder-garden, but in those days in 2001, there were some earthquakes that made her gave up. Though, my mom went at the school all the days at early morning to leave her there, she didn´t like to go because she was afraid of the earthquakes. I think about me at my five years old within the same situation. Could I gave up to the thing I wished to have at five years old?

I did not go to the school at my five years old, but my brother was as my personal kinder-garden´s professor. My mom didn´t have time to teach me, but she bought me a book called : “Victoria” to learn reading. I really love to see the pictures of that book. It is a beautiful memory in my learning process, I´d never suffered of “chancletazos” or the frustration of seeing the belt in front of me, because my brother was really kind with me, with the enough patient to bear me.

 I was an extrovert kid, but my brother was very patient with me. I really love it. He started to teach me the vowels and after that the alphabet. I remember his creative way of teaching me all the vowels and the alphabet. When learning I putted all my effort to learn, I really enjoyed the mornings writing my name or reading with my brother next to me. After the vowels and the alphabet, I started my first lesson saying:- “ma, me, mi, mo, mu...”. It took many months and was not easy to combine all the vowels with the letters of the alphabet I was learning, sometimes I got confused with all those letters in my mind. When finishing the Victoria´s book, came the "Tío Nacho´s book". After all, I was ready to read and write. I started to red whatever I found to read, newspaper, Avon´s magazines ( I was curious of knowing what was written below or above the pictures and the products that appeared in every section). I didn´t understand nothing about the label facts in the products, nevertheless I was always reading that. I think my oldest sister noticed that, because a week after saw me lifting a page of newspaper to read, she bought me a collection of story tales called: “El tío coyote”, I really loved to read that book at every moment. When reading it, I was laughing about the craziest jokes described on the book. So, when the time to go to school arrived I was prepared for that waiting time thank my brother. Even tough he is not a professor, I think the vocation is in his own and he was an amazing amateur professor to me.