I was looking for images in my mind, it was the first thing I did when I imagined how I wanted to make this entry to the #Bow contest of the #Silverblog community, but now is that I realized that in 1992 there was no Facebook, there was no instagram, there were no digital cameras and much less smart phones. I immediately started to remember where I can take pictures from, what was I doing at that time, how was my face, my body, who were my friends? I don't remember anything from that 1992, so I took a pause and started with high school, I think that's a good reference to start with.

Of course, I was graduating from high school! That year I was starting my formal life as an adult, I was about to turn 18, I remember now! I am now closer to December '92, wow! I can only tell you that I enjoyed Christmas, New Year's, Secret Santa, Christmas dinners with my friends, I drank even the water from the vases and nobody could stop me.

Now I remember it all, I was a very happy girl and I was surrounded by amazing people, my cousins, my classmates from the neighborhood, my brothers, mom and dad. I think it was the most incredible Christmas I have ever spent in my life. Not that I didn't care about anything, but we just wanted to enjoy ourselves, laugh and dance.

On New Year's Eve we all gathered at my parents' house in the countryside, everyone was very happy, dad and my uncle with his guitar were singing old rancheras and boleros in the kitchen, while the women finished preparing the hallacas.

I have no pictures of that day, but the memories have come to my mind as fresh as if it all happened yesterday. At about 9 pm we were all in the courtyard with our new clothes on and the music blaring. My cousin Carlos and I were dancing to all the trendy merengues "Rumba lambada" by Natusha, Las chicas del can, Bonny Cepeda y su Fotografía, that was my favorite thing to do, dance a lot and he was my main partner.

My white suit stained with hot chocolate.

That night I wore a white suit, it was beautiful, I had wanted to wear something like that for a long time, but by a mistake of fate or the rush of a moment to leave my room my brother came in a hurry with a cup of chocolate and "Puff" there was no way to repair that disaster that night when there was little time to give us the embrace.
So without arguing or getting too angry I went to my room, searched through my things and changed from the splendid white to the elegant black with a satin dress and high heels that I had only worn once that December.

That year was said goodbye with joy, without a boyfriend, with a high school diploma in my hand and with a huge desire to eat the world and no one would tell you that the next day I would wake up with a new boyfriend and with butterflies in my stomach fluttering with so much happiness.

They say it's bad to compare, but 30 years later I have been through many farewells and although the same pattern is repeated a thousand times, each one brings their own magic to the night and makes it unique and unrepeatable.
This year, just like that night, we will return to my parents' house and even though Dad is no longer around and life has changed for all of us, I want to celebrate a new year with my mother, my brothers and my nephews and nieces.

I know we will have a good time, we will listen to music and if the lights go out (as almost always happens) it doesn't matter, we will take guitar, cuatro, maracas, pots and drums and we will make noise, sing, laugh and enjoy ourselves as we did that night in 1992.

I have not seen them for two years, the forced confinement has kept us in this distance, so today, when the date of my trip is getting closer every day, my heart is racing and I only think of the moment I see my mother.

Traditions and customs cannot be lost

I want to be the one to decorate the Christmas tree this year, I want to make the old year (rag doll that is burned to welcome the new year) we want to make the hallacas and my mother to put her rich seasoning, I would like to dance with my brothers, have a drink and toast to those who are no longer with us.
People grow and evolve in body, mind and spirit.

It is good to remember, it is true, but we should not fall into nostalgia, but rather feel happy to have lived those years of childhood, adolescence, and now that they are in this stage of your life feel happy to be here. I know that many have gone but also others have been born and now we will be part of their memories, so why don't we help them to be really good memories.

Whatever age we are living put a smile on our faces and wish all our loved ones a happy new year with a good hug and a kiss of LOVE.

I hope, dream and trust that this year only good things will happen, such as my sister Gloria's 50th birthday, with God's blessing everything will go well. I hope that you will also remember all those beautiful things you experienced and that this year you will live Christmas to the fullest, no matter how old you are.

P.S.: this year I will be more careful that my brother doesn't stain my new year's outfit.

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I would like to invite my friends to the contest.Looking back to look forward:
how will your
✨New Year 2022✨
party plan shape up against your
💃1992 New Year's celebration💃?

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