My #life I have to start with the first memory I have I was probably like 4 years ... Me and my parter in crime would go back of the house where there was a fence that would divide our house with our neighbors in the back they had a dog and we would tap on the fence the dog would run like crazy barking ,me and my brothers adrenaline would go up so high we would run like crazy screaming to the top of our lungs even thou we knew the dog would never get us we would still run .. That was our first house I believe. I don't remember but mom said she suffer a lot with dad there ( and always ) she tells a story of him beating her while she was 8 months pregnant with me in her head making her faint he left her there with my 2 yr old brother .. She said that when she woke up there was blood all over her face and my brother crying non stop .. (It makes my stomach sick !) We were very poor .. But God never left us .. Anyway where the dog bark and " chase " us there was a 13 year old boy mom says I " like " him and the story was that my mom would ask me in front of him if I like him and I would say yes , while she winked a him she would ask him if he liked me back and he would said no and that was a automatically cry .. I would dramatically cry and ask him " me quieres tetar ( for Cesar ) ?" " verdad q si me quieres !?" My mom would like to tease me with this story as I was growing up cause she knew it was embarrassing ... Even thou I don't remember being that silly and dumb .