My name is Yahshua; I was born on April 4 in a small town in El Salvador called California in Usulután. I grew up in the company of my sister and my mother, the latter until I was 11 years old to later live with my grandfather, and for some time, I have lived in the city of San Francisco for three years. Although to tell you about myself, I would prefer to do it before arriving here.
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Every memory of my childhood I created in this place. From my days in the school where most of the time, we wait for the bell to ring to be able to have that revenge "Pirates vs. Transformers" in the most realistic world imagination could take us, small branches as swords, dry leaves as eyes patches and even our backpacks as shields. My town festivals, where the only thing I wanted as a child, was for the sun to go down and the gunpowder's noises and lights to illuminate the sky. From Carousels that combined emotion and fear of heights in one. Even those famous shooting games where you begged the universe to win something. And how can we forget those long trips to the beach at Easter? Four hours on a highway might sound like a nightmare for many, but it was all worth it when you arrived; seagulls, palm trees and waves, on the one hand. Coconut water, fish and pupusas on the other, I am not going to lie, the food tasted better there. Or well, at least that is how it was from a child's perspective.
I spent the first sixteen years of my life in the place where life does not present complications, making it as light as a feather. Or well, at least that is how it is from a child's perspective.