MY BIOGRAPHY
I was born on september 24th, 1968. I was born in a little town called Acapulco. When I was born my mother and father were living together until my parents had another boy. This boy is my brother, his name is Rodolfo. When he was 3 months of age my parents were separated, But there was somethig strange because my mother never advised to my father she left us alone at home.

So one week my father left the house around 5 a.m because he had to be in Zihuatanejo ( a town which it´s around 3 hours from Acapulco) for one week, so he said good bye to my mother, and that day, my father never could imagine that my mother had planned to leave the house with us inside.

The house was closed and to the third day my grandmother(father´s mother) when to visit us but she was surprised that there was nobidy in the house, suddenly she heard a noise, so she decided to open the door and she found us inside completely dirty and starving. So she took us with her, and we were in a hospital for about three months until we could recover our efforts....... this story will continue.....

THE BIOGRAPHY 2
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So During my 7 years old I was living with my grandparents and I never saw my mother, but One day my father arrived to the my grandparents´house and he started talking with my grandma and she introduced me and I was surprised for that, because I told my grandma that I already had my father, and my father was in the other room, and so I went to ask to my father(grandpa) if that thing were true and he said: "yes, He is your father and he is my son. He is called Lucino, and he was with you until he was separate from his wife in this case your mom".

I was pretty sad for that, because I was confuse about it, so I encouraged and I decide from that year, keep studying pretty hard for learning many stuffs and don´t request any assistance to my father in case that they let me alone in a kinder garden o a place for kids. I keep cleaning the house, and I obbeyed to my grandparents all the time, because of this incident.

My brother did not pay attention of this, so he kept the calm and he did not make any change in his life.

My real father was married again when I was 7 years old, and he had four daughters. And my mother was married again, and she had four daughters so far.

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THE BIOGRAPHY 3
PART 3:

Finally, we moved from our first house to our new house in Vista Hermosa, which it´s a quite place where I met my first friends. We moved to this area when I was 7 yeasrs old on auguts,25th, 1975. We started the Elementary school and for Mexico it´s the primary school.

My brother and I went to this school called "Guadalupe Victoria". Here one day my real mother(rosa) came to visit us when we were ready for going to school. In that time, my aunt Juana had a little house where we used to pass over there for my uncles and whe I saw that beautiful woman, I thought; Who´s that woman? I asked to uncle Emilio and he said: This is your mom. I replied: That´s impossible, because my mother is in my house. I was refering to my grandma(Imelda).

So, I remembered she gave us 20 dlls and I didn´t take even my mother, however, my uncle Emilio took it and he said: "I will buy them some snacks on the school".

My mother(rosa) said: ok, well kids, I must say goodbye but I expect to see you soon" And that´s all, because I never saw her again during my teens.

That day, when we were on our break in the school, my uncle Emily just bought us some sandwiches and refreshments.

But the problem was when we arrived to the house, because my mother(Imelda) was very angry with us due to we had accepted money from our real mother, and she gave us some preaches. We were very afraid for that, but we didn´t want to leave alone to our mother(Imelda) because she gave us all, and besides in that age, we were not sure what it could happen in our lives.

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THE BIOGRAPHY 4: my first two years in the primary school
My first two years in the primary school.

When we were in the primary school, specially in first year, My brother and I started together in the same level. In that year I used to protect a lot to my brother so, I helped a lot with the exams and some exercises.

One day the teacher told us that we have to finish My first letters book in one month, so I decide to finish the book as soon as possible and I did it. The teacher saw my book and he thought that somebody helped me, but it wasn't in that way, because my grandma (imelda) didn't know how to write, even to explain something about the Spanish grammar.

That year, teacher asked to buy the book twice because I finished again, so my teacher let me go out, but I was thinking about my brother. And I helped him. Althought, I helped to my brother he didn't pass the year and I was afraid because I would be in another year, but this time alon without my brother, that afternoon, I couldn't stop crying because of that.

After one week, we were on vacations and I receive my evaluations, so I passed to the second grade and my brother stayed in the same year (first grade) becuase he didn't learn how to write and do math operations.

Finally, I remembered my grandma(Imelda) took us to her town and as always, we enjoyed so much because we were involved with the nature and the animals and more. It was something great because I did things that I couldn't do in a city such as: ride a horse, recolect flower and fruits, get milk from the cows, and so on.

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THE BIOGRAPHY 5: MY THIRD YEAR IN THE PRIMARY SCHOOL
When I was alone in the second year I met a friend called GABRIEL he was one of my best friend because he always share everything with me. We were almost like brothers. One day when my brother was alone in the first year again, due to he couldn´t pass with me because he didn´t proove the tests, he was sat down on the chaird, but some kids were to bother him , I saw that, and inmediately I went to defend him but my brother could fight with those kids and he didn´t need my help. He always showed he could defend by himself, and I thought, that he couldn´t defend himself but I noticed he was good for fighting.

Well, in the third year, I had a big problem with the math´s so I went to my house and I studied pretty hard, but I couldn´t do it in the number 9.

the mulplication was my headache. So I remembered my teacher asked the multiplication of the number 9 and I couldn´t so he Hit me with a piede of tree but he hit me on my neck. He asked me to go back with him, and he said: I really apologize for that, I don´t use to hit to my students on the neck, and after saying this, he hit me again on my buns.

could you believe it?

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MY BIOGRAPHY 6: THE LAST YEAR IN THE PRIMAARY SCHOOOL
When I was in the sixth grade of the primary school, I was so exciting because I would be in a new school pretty soon. Finally a young beautiful girl called Julia helped me to go to the next school, here in Mexico is the Secondary school. I n my case I study in the secondary number 5.

My father(grand father) was pretty proud about me, He alwasy said, you can my sonny, you are a smart boy and you can make many stuffs.

I was in my last day in the primary school and I decided to say good bye to my girlfriends, one of them was Norma, she was very beautiful and I told her that I would miss her for a long time because she was important in my life. As soon as I said godd bye I forgot it in truth, She never was someone important but I thought, it would be.

I was afraid of saying many things to the girls, and I don't understand why? But I couldn't say anything to them.

So I said good bye to my school and myfriends, and I still remember of one of my best friend : Gabriel.

Gabriel was in the same school like me, after the primary school, but he use dto go in the afternoon and I was studying in the morning. So I couldn't have a good relationship with him for a long time anymore.

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THE BIOGRAPHY 7: MY THREE YEARS IN THE SECONDARY SCHOOL
When I was in the secondary school, I was very nervous because of meeting new friends, suddenly, my fear desappeared due to my friends were very nice. In that time, I met a beutiful lady called "yadira" She lived near the school, and one day she invited us to go to her house, so we went and we cut a cake due to she was 15 years old.

She was one of the most beautiful girls that I met in that time.

In the second year, I decided to be in a workshop called "typewriter machines" and I was in that work shop because I wanted to meet a girl called "blanca, after Yadira she was beautiful too, and she had a nice skin colour.

I loved her for two year and in the last year I enjoyed so much her friendship because she showed me many things about the relationship between a girl and a boy.

In the third year, I was afraid because I didn´t want to finish the secondary school, and besides, I wanted to be with my friends.

This season was the most difficult for me, because my heart was crying for the girls I loved in this school.

Well, finally, I took the decision of being in a college called CONALEP and I did it.

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