lunes, 29 de agosto de 2011

My autobiography


My story begins at may 1, 1997 in Santiago de Chile, Layla Baraqui Callejas (my mom) was with a craving for carrots, was at 9 months pregnant at the supermarket, but realized it was closed because the day the worker to his anger against workers who invented that day, I started to really strong contractions and I was, because I wanted carrots, she misunderstood the message and went straight to the clinic of the counts, at the time of birth ... I was born with eyes open (which is what my mom told me, which I no longer believed that all babies are born crying) They called me Sebastian, like my uncle (Sebastian Callejas).
As I was born on Labor Day, obviously I was born as one, normal delivery, grabbing crawling freedom, not the lazy who are born by caesarean.
When they had spent a few minutes after I was born, was like eating carrots but switched to open my eyes in tears when the doctor heard to say: "Sebastian can not eat solid food until 6 months."
My memories do not return until 7 months with 24 days later, on December 25, 1997, my first Christmas at my house I enter a beggar, was fat, white beard and red suit two years later I realized that 
Father Christmas was 4 years and then at 6, I realized it was my dad gave me many gifts. (neck expect to have to do the same show that made my parents do the same with my brother ...). (I am a teenager, brown eyes, brown hair and brown skin with a body lean and strong).
Another of my fuzzy is in 2000. I could not see my father as often as before, instead of seeing it every day it was lucky the weekends, my mother explained to me quite correct everything from very small, had separated. That was very bad for her because she telling the truth and the lies of my father, I mowed against him, all my bitterness of separation was against it, being that it was the fault of both (I now regret not to see me realized the truth before, many years angry at her for things that were not even certain, fights with my mom went on and on these issues until today).
The summer of 2001, I went to the beach like every year, a beach near “Huasco”, Playa Blanca, a beach pretty amazing, all my family by going camping alley to the beach in the summer, my uncles lease the 
maritime concession, and the beach is ours for the summer. One day as we all went with two cousins ​​and a lullaby, I never callus very well (if I had known what would happen ...) we went to “ruco” of my uncles (and we say to the large tent of our families) was not more than 3 minutes walking, but my nanny, who incidentally was Bolivian, took another path, saying it was a shortcut, as a kid I believed him. We went through the dunes, moving farther away from the beach, my cousin, I hesitate to continue to walk with the nanny after moving about 30 meters, but she took her hand away and hoist follow us. We had been 1 hour walk, and began to approach the houses of the “wireros”, some people who gather algae and then sell them. At camp my mom came to look at my uncles ”ruco” because that would go to eat all, but I found it, he despaired, he told all the guys what had happened, went to fetch about 10 trucks, all-hippie dunes, luckily we found, yet when we got home we saw all the cars coming to where we were, all I really remember is that my mom got out of the car and ran to scorch, Nanny and I forget that spend with her, the only image I have of her is seeing all the cars began to mourn wildly.
As early as 2003 and was installed in Copiapo, after the separation of my parents there was no reason to stay in Santiago, and my mother went to a place where there are more family there, go to a school called San Lorenzo. My first day of school in San Lorenzo, was very good, I get along great with all my colleagues and I did very well in school (average 6.7). Where my cousin Daniela
my cousin Fernando, copiapo had a great time every year I was, and even the best summers passed there, in English Bay, a spectacular beach that go with my family and we rented a house there for 1 month. I left copiapo 2005, because my mom had known from before to a man named Felipe Balbontin, but neither was quite ready to see if it felt the same each other, then there comes into action, call to ask who felt felipe by my mother and himself, alk to my mom, and there leave them on the phone to ablate (never thought that this action had consequences so great for me it was all just a game). I went to La Serena, because my mom was married to Felipe Balbontin. All my cousins ​​teased me that would be a papaya, which later I understood what it meant, among the Italian scuola "di Alcide Gasperi," my brother was born in 2008, Vicente Antonio Balbontin Baraqui, and there combibo with up Today, August 11, 2011, I have 14 years and continue in this Italian school, happy because I just finished building my new home and already thinking about the future and why not say be a Winemaker, agronomic or industrial civil engineer.

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