Beggining

I'm writing this blog to tell you a story, my story, the one that started with me. And i'm warning you this story its not a typical romance story with a happy ending and a happily ever after, no, not like that at all. This story is full of stupid dramas and regretting, not forgetting about all of dumb happy times and stupidly loud laughs, but this story is different than the rest of them because, luckily, it doesn't have an end yet. And the best part of it it's that i get to create it!

It all started in a beautiful summer day in 1992, the moon was high, the crickets sung in the fields and i was, born a beautiful little girl named Mia. Since i could think that I've never thought of myself as a common child, i just felt different as if i couldn't fit in because i was so different from everybody, or at least felt different. What confused me was that apparently I was normal, just a boring and unusually normal little girl. I have ever had this huge passion for animals like I can see more of myself in one of them then I do about a person, its a strange feeling like their company made me feel more comfortable than a company of a human being. So I had many friends when I was growing up, in my grandmother's house, a big grand danois named Bella, lot's of rabbits and chickens that my grandmother raised on the backyard, cats and three turtles, which I will introduce to you later.
It was kind of a habit, in our village, to raise animals.
A lot of people had big green fields where they would raise corn or hay to feed the animals and right next to it another big field with cows or horses, they also have chicken coops and warrens and they even raised pigs, goats, sheep, and lots of other animals. I lived in my own wonderland where I was surrounded by all kinds of animals and it felt really good.
My mom stayed at home with me until I was, I think, two or three years old, and I don't remember much of that time, but I do remember watching TV sitting on a carboy or play with my downstairs's neighbor dog Mandy. I had two yellow birds at the front door and a dog named Ringo, I liked to dress him with my lion king's sweatshirt and pretend he was Simba and I would be Rafiki, I also liked to share my ice cream with Ringo and Mandy, and with the stair's ants because they were also my friends. My mom worked at home, doing people's clothes, like her mother, and I used to follow her around the house everyday before I go downstairs to hang with my friends.
My mom got a job on a clothes company, and every morning she would carry me to my grandmother's house and leave for work. I would wake up there and eat breakfast wile watching Dragon Ball Z and in the afternoon I would go to the yard and play with the animals. My grandmother had a lady that cleaned the house and toke care of the animals, her name was Adelaide, she used to wear an apron and I would walk behind her all day long grabbing the lace of that apron and telling Bella that Adelaide was mine but I would share her because Bella was my friend.
I loved the summer for the most various reasons, i could play outside everyday until late because it got darker later, sometimes, at night we would eat dinner or lunch outside, or my mom with chase me around with a soup plate because I would just eat if I wasn't aware of it. We would go around my grandmother's yard and she would tell me stories about the chickens and the rabbits. In the afternoon I would go outside and play with Bella and following Adelaide, I would feed the turtles with Bella and take Turtelina out to play and then we got Isaac and Christine and we could do races with them. Sometimes they runned so fast that I would loose track of one of them and Bella helped me find her. Bella was a big dog, but she wasn't aware of it, she would hurt people without wanting to, her tail was long and thin, it looked like somebody whipped you if it stroke your legs. She was so big, than when she stood up by my side ate the gate she was taller than me, she was even taller than my dad, and she used to lay down so I could climb up to her back.
I felt so good I didn't notice things were changing, and soon I found myself in kindergarden surrounded by kids and teachers, no animals, only people. My grandmother dropped me there and it looked like so far away from home, even further than when we got a plane to go on vacations, and it was like 600 feet away, but it seemed like an eternity to get back home. I hated it so much that I used to pretend I was sick so I don't need to go there, I would rather go with my grandma's to the hair saloon with all of those scary women with rolls on their heads, that talked to me like i was a baby. I even rather stay locked at home in a rainy day playing with my blue jumping ball and with me friends fly's. I  felt betrayed because i was forced to go there, so my grandmother started to pick me up earlier so i could have lunch at home, my family, somehow, didn't understood why was i like that, i loved to talk to people, and play with them, why couldn't i do the same with kids. I just couldn't. And the teachers did not understood me either, so i felt trapped. They would make me take a nap, but i couldn't my brain was always thinking i couldn't shut it down even if i tried it just wouldn't shut down. I felt like i couldn't do nothing, it was such a limit of thing to do and i got bored easily, we painted drawings, made things out of plasticine, learned to write our names, which i already knew because my grandmother taught me.