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First time I went was when I was 9 months old. My dad’s youngest brother was 10 years old and he asked to hold me as they pulled me out of the car. My young uncle held me for a second and started to walk but tripped over a large rock on the ground. He tried to hold on to me but apparently couldn’t because a second later I was falling onto the dirt road. This was the first time I touched the ground in Tarandacuao, Guanajuato and even though I don’t remember it, I am reminded of it every time I visit and my grandma goes into her storytelling hour.
over 5 years ago
