That day I went back home after five amazing hours climbing the mountain in front of my house. I had gone all the way around the mountain, and I was coming back from the east side of it. After a long walk I was finally a block away from my house when I suddenly heard my mom’s voice screaming “Ricardo..., Ricardo..., Ricardo where are you”. I guess I forgot that five hours earlier I told my mom that I was going to the corner store, and I had said, “I’ll be back”.
As long as I can remember I have dream of traveling around the world. There is nothing else that captivates my mind as much as the idea of exploring what is out there. In a way I just feel that there is something I have to see.
