Killing Time

When I was about nine or ten years old, I used to dream about driving a car.
I didn't have very many friends, I was pretty shy,but there was this one friend, and he had hookups around the town so we use to make go-carts out of Big Wheels. They were not Motorized so I became the pusher.
They said I was the fastest so we would have races, and we would always win.

I remember even making a make believe car in the backyard of my house. I sat on the ground leaning up against a pole, and made my own car sounds. My sisters would just laugh at me, but they told me later on in life that I sounded just like a race car, and they were impressed at the sounds I made. I would be out there for hours sometimes. But I thought it was the greatest time I ever had.

GOOD FRIENDS

FRIENDS!!!!.Sometimes you have a lot of friends.
But who are your real friends?.
They can be your partner at school,
or your neighbor when you were a child.
To me, in my opinion a real friend is a person who is always by your side.
Not only in the good moments.
A good friend is someone to listen to you when you need to talk,
when you are sad , when you are happy,
when you are sick , when you are healthy.
A good friend is a peson that you can trust.

My Son is Tough!

After my husband just got back from Iraq, my son decided to be a dare devil. My husband as you know was gone for 15 months, and the whole time my son was being very good (At least in this way of which I'm going to be explaining). Obviously kids do get into mischief, but like most kids, my son has never tried a death-defying act.



My son is nine years old, and he loves to skateboard. For Christmas he asked Santa Clause for a skateboard, a skateboard ramp, and then of course he started collecting the little miniature skateboards as well.



Well after he received these things, he did pretty well riding on it. Then last Wednesday night he thought he would surprise his whole family. I get a knock on my door telling me that Anthony (my son) had fallen off his skateboard while coming down the skateboard ramp.



When I ran down the street, it seemed like eternity. The road seemed like it was getting longer and longer, but I finally made it. By the time I got there, there was already a M.P. (Military Police), and she had already contacted the ambulance, and firetruck. When the ambulance came they loaded my son in the vehicle. We got there in five minutes.



As soon as we arrived at the hospital, they sent him directly to X-ray. When we returned from X-ray, we waited for three and a half hours, just so the doctor can either tell us it's broken or not. When the doctor saw us, he asked my son sarcastically, "Do you think your foot is broken?" And Anthony replied jokingly, "Yes!!" Then the doctor said, "Well Anthony you are right!!" Anthony looked at me, then I looked at my husband, and then my husband looked back at the doctor. This was a chain reaction! We all three said, "WHAT!? Is it really broken??" The doctor said, "Yes you did really break it! You broke your first metatarsal." Then Anthony looked at me and his father and said, "My first bone that I broke", with a smile.



That is why I say that my son is tough! Nothing seems or seemed to phase him, he is a straight trooper. I think he is more excited about getting his first cast, but when he got it put on yesterday, he made this comment that made me laugh. He said, " Mom I don't know about this, this cast is feeling like a Four-ton truck!!"

DIA DE SAN JUAN (Day of Saint John)

Mexico is full of traditions that make it so special. Traditions that make it feel like everything where you live had its own life.

In the town where I lived (San Buenaventura, Chihuahua), has a peculiar way to live it and one of the most fun traditions for us is "El dia de San Juan" (the day of Saint John the Baptist) that is June 24th.

For people that don't know, at the Catholic Church this saint was the person who baptized Jesus in the Jordan River.

So, we make this day our own way. A lot of trucks take a ride to the river next to town and fill up with water all the buckets, barrels, tanks, and everything they find to carry up of their trucks.

In the afternoon, the action and the entertainment begin. All the people start a "Water War", watering to everyone on the main street.

It is a day where the adults return to their childhood and the children enjoy the adults.
It is the day that all problems are forgotten.
It is the day where the people feel ALIVE again... because that day they can taste the happiness they forgot through the years.

Books

Christopher Paolini. Did this name sound familiar to you? I hope that your answer was "yes". He is the author of my favorite books. Eragon was his first book, He was 15 -year-old when He started to write. When I started to read this trilogy I couldn't stop reading. Other of my favorite writers is Dan Brown. I like how he mixes the history, the science, with the fiction. I read other writers that I like so much too, but they write in Spanish. One of them is Arturo Perez-Reverte. Some of his books are translate to the English version. Other that I don't remember his name but his book name is Diablo Guardian (Guardian Devil). This book it's about the life of a 15-year-old girl, it's an interesting history. I read a lot of different writers that I don't remember they names right now. I love to read because I can see every detail in the scenery that the writer described and I see the protagonist's facial features. I can feel the emotions and the adrenaline that the writer expressed in every word. My favorite books are history, fantasy, and fiction.

'' IMMIGRANTS''

The word '' IMMIGRANTS'' to me is kind of hard because a lot of people in U.S.A.
think that we come here to take away theirs jobs for less money.

Some people think that we are terrorist, that we just want to destroy what they have.
The word ''IMMIGRANTS'' is a fancy word because the racists use more the word
'' WET BACK ''. In my experience, some people have called me this,
but they don't know us so they stereotype us.
Yes we are all immigrants in some way.

Thats what makes us different.We don't think and act the same.
We are all humans. We have a brain. We have a heart.
Every person is responsible for they own actions.

To be an immigrant is very hard. First when you come over here, it is a new country with a new language, new food, new traditions.
So imagine how hard it is when your children get sick and you are afraid to take them to the hospital because you are an immigrant.

If you don't speak English, they treat you like DIRT!!!!!.
We came here to have a better life for us and for our kids.
That's why we left our own country, our family and our traditions.
We are people with hopes and dreams. Not only ''IMMIGRANTS''.

ESPERANZA

My story began in October 1976 some days before I born.

My mom told me that when she was pregnant and about to give birth to me.Around the last days before I was born. My mom and dad had to travel to a city like five or six hours outside the city that we lived. My mom told me when they were over there she felt contractions and they couldn't find a hospital. They had to go back to my city to the hospital. My mom and I we were
in the ambulance from there to Juarez Chihuahua. We took like five hours.

My mom was very grave because she suffered hemorrhage and she lost a lot of blood.
The doctor said if we arrive to Juarez alive it will be a miracle. The doctor said to my dad that my mom could die, me or both. My dad spent a lot of hours waiting in the hospital. He said that he was hoping everything would be good for everyone. He knew that I was a girl and he said if my daughter is still alive I will call her ESPERANZA.

Now I'm 32 years old and I'm glad to hear my story and I'm really appreciate that GOD put in my little body life.