My first 10 years I was born on December 23, 1993 (yes, I know what they will say, were you a gift from the baby Jesus ?, well then it seems) in Caracas - Venezuela. In my opinion, she was a very pretty girl; tell me that it was very quiet (EYE this is only baby) did not cry much, slept a lot and only woke up to eat (well in this there is no difference, now almost that I am equal haha).

With the passage of time, I grew (but not in size, there really was not much difference in my height) I was not as calm as before, I never sat down to watch TV, I liked to be in motion, everything bored me very fast, so much so that in a Christmas Santa Claus brought me chorizo ​​and coal.

From 8 years I had fun dancing and singing, I played to have my own television program and there I could show my talent in both dance and singing; I remember all those afternoons in the living room of my grandmother's house, where the portraits were my audience and my microphone a flashlight.

Every time the cousins ​​met on Sundays, at a party or they just left us at the grandparents' house, it was very likely to see some choreography that would later be shown to our relatives and friends who were there. I remember once trying to mount the steps of a dance, everyone got up and told us we want to see how it was, we were surprised, and our parents were expecting a new show.

Well the times do not change much, even when we meet we remember those moments and we relive them again, I think that child that we have inside will NEVER let it out, it is already part of us and of our day to day. This way we continue transmitting it so that none of our generation loses that wonderful stage that we manage to experience.