A necessary introduction
But no, the essential reason for the title of the publication is because what I am going to tell you explains the first time I separated from my parents, to go to study at a scholarship school in the countryside and, in which I lived adventures of all kinds.
12 years old
The first time I was separated from my parents I was 12 years old and the reason was because I was sent to a junior high school in a rural area.
I must say that I did not have many options, because in my upbringing we did what our parents said without protest.
In that distant 1979 I remember, as if it were today, my greatest experiences, my fears, the times I had to fight to be respected or the times I had to confront others to defend boys as adolescent as me.
It was a time when I had to face my fears and overcome them or, at least, make them overcome.
I still remember the first night I slept in that huge hostel, full of many boys and where tears ran down my eyes for not having my parents and brothers nearby.
The first day of high school was another unforgettable day because unlike elementary school where I had made friends, here I did not know anyone and a new world was beginning for me.
The other thing that caught my attention was some of the subjects that I would receive and that I had no knowledge of.
One of the anecdotes that I remember with great pride was when I was selected the best student of the first month of classes. It was a huge gift and one of the best things that happened to me in that junior high school.
I must say that it was a very difficult school year, but it taught me lessons for life.
Among others, here are the most important ones:
- It taught me the value of freedom
- I was able to stand up for myself many times, without always being under the protection of my parents.
- It taught me to stand up for myself and fight for my integrity.
- It prepared me for the years to come.
- I knew the value of making friends, some of whom were with me for a long time.
A final comment
My first year of junior high school was the hardest of the six years I boarded. But, it was the foundation for my future development and the period in which I would unknowingly begin to forge the personality of who I am today.
Note: I have used the translator DeepL Translate.
The photos are my property, from my family album.