Autobiography 2?

Once we where back in Jujuy my parent’s decided to live with in my Grandparent’s house, mum’s parents. My dad wasn’t so sure about that but in the end he was convinced of the idea.

In this house there 3 persons. My Grandma Ramona, my grandpa Atilio and my uncle Daniel.

It was the first time I met someome from my family and it was strange and I didn’t know why, maybe because they were invading our privacity that we once had before.

Atilio was a hard working man. His face was oval with wrinkles. During his childhood he used to live in the country side, ina famr with his parents and brothers and sisters. He used to live near “El Carmen” city. At those times he learned to work since he was a young boy because he was the oldest one of his family which meant being in charge of his brothers and sisters . I didn’t know how did he manage to work and at the same time studyig at school.As he grew up he didn’t have the chance of going to the secondary school , that’s why during that time he learned to work in many jobs, he had some knowledge of plumbery and construction.

I still remember the day when I met him for the first time in my life. When we (mom, dad and me) arrived from Cordoba where we used to live. I was 4 years oldand I remembered that my grandfather and grandmother where waiting for us with a great kindly smile, his was kinder than hers. He inmediately took me on his arms and started talking, as if he knew me since always. Then he offered me some candies (something very typical of him).

His personality was very peculiar at some point. He was always making jokes, even to the ones he didn’t know very well. I must confess that I loved his good humour because it was very contagious. But at the same time he was very bad tempered when you made him feel angry for some reason and in those days it was better if you don’t say anything in order to keep peace, but his bad tempered didn’t last for a long time cause it seems that he understood the situation as it was amd tried to think for a solution. He also was a sincere person and honest person maybe because he was poor and learned to be honest in his childhood, that was another feature of him I liked most.

As the time went by I couldn’t notice it but it was coming soon the School life and I didn’t know it. I can remember the first day of School at Kinder Garden’s litlle class. I woke early in the morning that day, without the idea of what was waiting for me in that place. I went with mum and my cousin (who had the same age as me) and when we arrive to there I didn’t want to stay because I was afraid of that new thing.

I started to cry loudly, and shouting “I want to go with my mum, I don’t want to be here”. Everybody’s attetion were over me, but all that I wanted is going back home. While my cousin stayed there without any problem I went back home with mum a little bit ashamed.

She tried again the other days, but the result was the same. I couldn’t stay there for a minute.

The following week we went again, and this time when we arrive I saw my cousin playing with some other kids with many toys and I decided at that moment that I wanted to stay to play all the morning with all of them.

That was the end of the problem, mum couldn’t believe it but I got familiar with the Kinder Garden and I kept coming every morning during that year.

It wasn’t hard, we just played and drew things some times. Sometimes we were taken to have a ride on the city.