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I was born on february 5, 2001 In Pitalito Huila. in my parents' house. The one who helped my mother in her delivery was a midwife, her name is teresa. And every time I meet her, she is surprised to see me. I am very grateful to her for receiving me.

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my baptism was 8 months after my birth in the parish of Valvanera of Pitalito. My godparents are Fanny and Edgar, and the priest who baptized me was Elcias. i will not be able to remember that day, but my parents did not forget it, because every year they celebrate it. i feel happy to be baptized in the roman catholic church.

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One of the experiences that I don't miss because I felt overwhelmed, was my school days. A teacher didn't let me into class because I was 2 minutes late. I finished school a few years ago and I would not like to do it again.

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When I was 10 years old we moved to another city, called Ibagué, Tolima. But I didn't study there, because there was no room in the school. However, I studied at home with some books that my mom bought me, and I never lost hope of learning new things.

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I didn't want to party, but I still had a small gathering. I asked for a trip, so my parents took me to Barranquilla to see the sea, it was something magical, but some beaches were very dirty and that bothered me. I talked to one of the local people and they told me it was very difficult to keep the place clean.

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When I was 16 years old, within the activities of my parish, a mission arose. A mission is to go out to another town, village or city. 8 of us went to a village, the people welcomed us fraternally and were concerned about not taking care of us in the best way. For obvious reasons we were willing to create spaces of integration and not of division. This was for Christmas time and we were happy.
Did you go on a mission in your youth?

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The happiest day of my life was when I hugged a boy I liked for the first time. That day he was wearing blue jeans, a white and blue shirt and black shoes. I was very nervous, but it was still great. We drank coffee, we didn't eat pizza, but a hamburger. Then he dropped me off at home and hugged me goodbye again.

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last year I traveled with my mom and my sister to Santa Marta, we arrived in the city on monday. on tuesday and wednesday we visited tayrona park and playa cristal. we did not visit cabo san juan or playa grande. But we went to the center of the city. We returned home on friday afternoon, because the flight was stopped for a couple of hours. It was my best and my favorite trip.

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I had a friend that I loved very much, but he lied to me and was not able to admit in front of me that he had failed me. I was very disappointed in him and never wrote to him again, I cried a lot for what he did to me. I ran into him a couple of months later and he asked for forgiveness. But, I told him that you don't pity people you love. He told me that he was a coward, that he never stopped loving me, and that he hoped that someday I would forgive him, and it hurt me deeply to give up his friendship.

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One Saturday afternoon, I left a meeting and was on my way to a friend's house on my motorcycle. When I was in front of her house, when crossing the street, I did not notice the turn signal and crossed thinking that no one was coming behind me, but unfortunately yes, the person on the other motorcycle, flew about 5 meters, he hurt his hand, but it was not serious. Nothing happened to me but the trauma remained and I was disappointed in myself for not having seen through the mirror to have avoided my family's nerves and anguish.