The Day I Will Never Forget
City of Lima, Peru March 15, 2015, a day that I will never forget. I was looking forward to what I was sure would be a fabulous day. As it turned out, the day marked my life. Since that day I realized that not all people are the same in this world. People around me, with different stories, anecdotes or difficult situations they are going through. No one knows what you are thinking or what you want to do with your life. Not only because I was going to have a great experience with my parents and friends, but because I was at risk of losing my life. At that time, I was only thirteen years old. I was living in Lima, Peru, my country of birth. At school I was starting my first year of high school. I was a bit nervous. Not only because of the beginning of this new stage, but I had to learn the route by walking to get to the school, which takes fifteen minutes. We were in the middle of winter, almost every day totally cloudy and with temperatures reaching forty degrees. The first week, I di