I don’t remember much of my childhood before I moved here. I do however remember being very happy, running around the streets of Brazil. Never had I experienced any type of bullying there because most of the kids my age were my friends/family. Being from a small town and born into two very well known and respected families I had it very well.
Back then the saddest thing to have ever happened to me was when Mom and Dad had to go away for a few months without anyway of speaking with them. Leaving me to choose whether I wanted to stay with the nanny and my brothers or live with my grandparents until they returned. Naturally I chose my grandparents and my cousins.
I always had more fun at my grandparents house, in a small town where I knew everyone and I could walk every street without getting lost, it was paradise. I didn’t need adult supervision ever. In-fact in my memories of home, there wasn’t any adults just me and my cousins running around, flying kites and going on endless adventures.
That all changed however, when I immigrated to the U.S at 5, where kids were no longer my friends and told me to go home at every failed attempt I made to speak their language that now flows out of my mouth easier than my own. I lost my childhood, when I came here to New England.
I arrived here in Summer but to me it felt like Winter, since summer weather here matched winter weather in Brazil. It’s always been cold since.