There was a little girl born on July 15, 1992 at 10:20 p.m. It was me :) My parents were, of course, more than thrilled to have me--I was their first born. They took me home just a couple of days later to a beautiful, typical suburban home. But our family wasn't so typical. My dad emigrated from Ecuador to Houston in order to attend the University of Houston. My mom was from Chicago, IL. And both of my parents were fluent in Spanish. My family was not 100% sure of the "Texan" lifestyle. We didn't own a ranch, and we definitely didn't all own cowboy boots...yet. Well, we did love Tex-Mex food.
Anyways... On December 11, 1994, my family received another present--my sister. This time, it was me who was thrilled. I was a big sister! I waited patiently with my babysitter at home for my parents to bring back Victoria, and when they did I wouldn't stop paying attention to her. I was my mom's #1 helper; always assisting with diaper changes or bringing food and utensils to the table. I was meant to be a big sister. My parents even bought me my own dollhouse, so I could practice handling a household. I spent countless hours with the FisherPrice Dream Dollhouse, if I wasn't helping out with my sister.
My life at home mostly consisted of playing with my sister, watching The Lion King or playing with my dad. But when I turned 3, it was time to enroll in dance classes. From the very beginning, I was IN LOVE with dance. I begged my mom to take me, even on days when there was no class. Recitals and costumes filled my thoughts and dreams.
My childhood was great. I had two amazing parents that allowed me to explore cautiously, a babysitter that took care of me and my sister on days my parents had to work (she even began to teach us some Spanish), and of course the great environment that is Houston, TX.
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