i M childhood was a lonely time as was a teenager. Why is it that when I grew up, met the love later. I do not keep still very fond memories of those early relationships and first kisses, in which the heart races when the boy is approaching, and the hands begin to sweat in streams, while achieving a strange emotional apex and the spell of hormones - characteristic of that time, begin to make from theirs. After living for a few brief moments in the clouds, then land with a broken heart, and, in my case with a complex of ugly duckling in tow.
why is it that when it comes to first loves, I prefer to give me back 20 years and remember that time when I tasted the sweetness of love with a boy who never kissed me, and I said we were boyfriends, not me monstrete did feel, and the best: never broke my heart. The first love was for me, the guy that the garden was carrying the nickname nobi without their approval, but that made me feel special, and I know how nice it would be sharing small moments of childhood, knowing that one liked the guy, but really did not. An experience that you only live once, and then, just experienced by the nearly 12 years when my parents castrated opportunities to enroll in a convent school for girls only, and where I received my bachelor's degree and a plate to honor seniority. Come to think if it was much stamina.
That guy who called early nobi , named Diego. As I was studying Transition. Was 5, chickenpox, green eyes and a shaved head. Diego had a brother, Óscar, un año mayor y era hijo del Señor Gómez y la señora Lucy, conocidos de la profesora-directora del jardín y que nos hacían la ruta a Angélica, (mi prima) a mí y a otros dos niños, en su Renault 9 color rojo cereza y eran dueños de un restaurante en el Park Way de Bogotá, que todavía sobrevive tal cual como en los inicios de los años 90.
Recuerdo que Diego y Óscar, los hermanitos Gómez estaban "enamorados " de nosotras y el sentimiento era mutuo. Desde el principio (según mis vagos recuerdos) él decía que yo era su nobia e intentaba hold my hand timidly on the road, we played together at recess and gave me their elevens. No one else was in that room of about 25 children, who cared for my pitiful existence as Diego did, not even my dear cousin.
Angela and me, my mom taught us to read from before entering the study and therefore, more cells were the class, and Diego capaba no award and was also the smartest. A strange spell, or simple coincidence sympathy and less than nothing and still remember well, I already felt my nobi and say that I liked, but only knew Angelica.
One girl wanted to get off to kindergarten Dieguito is Llambes Helena. She was brown and curly black hair, who always wore wool socks in pastel colors. Have you ever caught his hand in and I saw the stairs after a break, there I first learned what was a heartbreak. However, Diego and Helen, were not able to consummate anything, because Diego was still holding my hand in the car and looking at me in class as we put a color daubs at separate tables in the lounge, and she was in another course with another teacher and doing other things. One of two things: either Dieguito do and I knew it was more very pendeja or indeed if I preferred to me.
not need to say anything to Helena to know that Diego was mine, the first dispute tacit tender for a boy was won. I discovered it was me who he wanted, and that Helena was a slut because in the end, she just approached us to tell Angelica that he liked his sneakers new LA Gear. The clever boy I do not know how scared the little girl, while with a friend and associate of his named Gonzalo, cared for us at recess, we played caught and cops and robbers with other children and gave us their elevens. While Oscar, his brother, came with his parents to pick us up in the afternoon, and Angelica was thrilled to see her blond hair cut in half, and large school uniform in front of the garden, removing Gonzalo off. I did not suffer for that, as the company enjoyed Dieguito since morning.
The day of my birthday and then my in-laws gave me a pink and white purse with a pocket in which he had printed a doll of the same color. The card said my name with a "From: Diego, Lucy and Mr. Gomez ." Here I thought it was me who held Dieguito an important place, because even in Angelica's birthday, gave the gentlemen present. That privilege was mine alone. Theirs was a more turbid and fruitless. Mine was further .
the day of final adjournment, was organized by a number of my course, a song performed by all. After a torrential downpour, it was time to make the final presentation. Two microphones give enough volume for the dozens of parents appreciate our children's voices in sync with the same melody. So, Cristina, Professor, chose children who would go to the microphone in front of the stage. In one of them put Gonzalo, a boy named Cristian cansonsísimo and another who can not remember who the hell he was. In the other, Angélica would be right, me in the center and me Diego! Yes, I Diego, which, obviously, never kissed me and broke my heart. The boy son of the lords of the path of the red Renault 9, owners of a restaurant on Park Way still there, I had chicken pox and a bulging green eyes and for some strange reason I felt like my nobi .
Terrified by the great news, we hit the stage, in full uniform and sing the song. He looks at me, look at me closely, more closely and then we play the Cyclops, we looked increasingly close and eyes get larger, they approach each other, overlap and the cyclops look, breathing confusion . (As would Cortazar Rayuela ) Suddenly, I feel how her tiny hand seeks mine and shamelessly grab, no matter what we were facing a stage with our parents and kids behind us looking at each course. While singing, continue with that look of Cyclops, still holding hands, holding strong because it was perhaps the last time, and with a strange feeling guilty chocolocas butterflies in my stomach walking around everywhere. Hormones had not ruffled, and the word love could be in our minds. A passing and gloomy today, is the memory of the first nobi , the naive love of kindergarten, a warm and innocent feeling I experienced when just beginning to make use of reason.
Since that day I went to see Diego, but that met these strange emotions unrepeatable teenage grabbed me, and maybe I made it clear that beyond my traumas later, this was perhaps my first experience sentimental, which if I keep a nice memory. A sublime feeling that all awaken nostalgia.
* Nobi (a): first boy or girl children with whom we had some kind of emotional bond that was like a courtship, but without the same "rights" real. Hence the bad spelling. (Word also cruelly stolen from a friend of mine)
