Coming home from school at about two in the afternoon, I would be very hungry. My mom, prepared for this, would fix me tasty meals that would appease my appetite. The first thing I did when I came from school was to take my uniform off, then I got into some comfortable clothes and ran out to the kitchen. There my mom would have five empty soda bottles ready for me to go to the corner store and exchange them for new ones. After eating, my mom cleaned the table in order for me to do my homework. The time went by fast and as soon as the clock turned to 5:30 p.m., I would ask my mom for permission to go out and play.

At about six in the afternoon the streets would start to fill with young kids that were eager to star

Just before coming here to study, I rarely heard a police siren in my neighborhood. These days things like that are very common. Teenagers now find writing on other property a hobby as when I was younger graffiti was not even heard of. I know it sounds peculiar saying "younger" when I am barely eighteen, but society has changed significantly.

Sometimes I wish that things were back the way they were. Despite everything, I am grateful that my parents decided to come to the United States in order for my sister and me to study. I understand that it must have been difficult for them, but thanks to the sacrifice, I would not be here where I am today. Now the only feeling of a barrio I get is when I embark upon remembering the admirable times I had there. I do not think I will ever experience that same feeling of closeness my barrio made me feel. Perhaps in the future, when I get married and have kids, I will get to experience that same feeling but from a father point of view.

Kids would hide up in trees, under cars and in places where it was very difficult being caught. What made the game harder was that we played in the night when it was dark, so it would present a better challenge to the "fortunate" person who had to look.

I was brought up with the sport of soccer. My family and friends were also brought up with this popular sport. In Mexico, as well as in Latin America, Europe, and

Among other games, we also played wars. It was excellent but it had to be played in the daytime. The purpose of this game was to shoot down the opposing team, usually even in number, with a low-cost weapon invented by us. The materials employed consisted of a plastic milk carton, usually from the gallon size, a rubber band, and scissors. First, we cut out the plastic tip of the milk gallon, the end where you pour out the milk from. After this, we would take a rubber band and half of a balloon and tie it to the end of the cut out piece of carton. This would create a sort o

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