What happened between fourth and fifth grade impacted my life… there are some memories…
I took the box to the street and started offering the service for 1.50 pesos… to get customers faster than regular shoe cleaners… on my first day I made more than 20 pesos, because my satisfied customers paid me 1.50 plus a tip… on some pairs I earned more than 2 pesos. I was happy, so I went to the store, I bought one Red Mundet soda ( 45 cents) and animal cookies (5 cents) and I went to the shoe repair store to get more supplies, and to be ready for the next day. So, after supplies and refreshments, I got 15 pesos, that I gave to my mother, I don’t remember what she said, probably she was speechless, but I was so happy to find out that I was able to earn money and I was able to help my mother with some… I discovered on the following days, that not all people want to do their shoes every day, so on those days I just made few pesos… My first business was productive until my dad discovered that I was using the box outside the house… after a close encounter with his belt, I stopped doing shoes, but for the first time I discovered that I was capable to generate some income… I thought that was unfair not allow me to do something, I was sad… thinking what to do…

One day, my father bought a Guitar and he gave it to Pepe, my older brother, and he started learning… while he was learning I was observing, and as soon as he finished with the class I was trying to repeat what I observed… and that was how I started playing guitar… the guitar was bigger than me, but I got the gift, so some day I was playing something and then my mother asked me, that who taught me, and I just said… no one… I loved the guitar. The moments with my guitar and with my bike were the most peaceful moments of my life… When my dad found that I played guitar, he bought me one… just for me. He explained to me that the best guitars made were from Paracho, Michoacan and he got one for me it was the first time he told me that my grandfather was an great Musical Director. I loved him so much for that… there was something between fear, anger, love and frustration that was always around my relation with my father.
Love
We need a bike.
And one more thing: where is your guitar?
Hola primacho… Le lei a mi papá lo que escribiste y opino lo siguiente:
Desde siempre observe en ti, una apertura total a muchisimas opciones tanto que puedo opinar que eras: lava-coches, mandedero, mecánico, nos asombrava ver que le metieras mano al vocho le bajaras el motor y lo volvieras a poner como si nada, y nos asombraba que a tu edad fueras capaz de hacer todo eso, y te manifestabamos nuestro asombro, y hasta la fecha nos sigue asombrando.
Te quiero mucho.
Tu tío Manuel