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eer and analyze what I read. And they are deployed and has nothing to do with me being so smart (ahem, ahem), or having good natural memory. It's just that I had no choice. If my family is autistic ever called me because they knew what the word meant, were content to say it was "Raritan", my mother, "rare balls", my father and a weirdo the rest. I liked to read, so I read everything, including labels of the cans of canned and shampoo (one day tell a story about that.) In front of my house was a junk shop where people were selling bottles empty champagne (then called it champagne), lead, iron, lumber, paper and paperboard, weight and OLD BOOKS AND COMICS. My father did not even think the imagination to give me an allowance for sweets ("what's going to want money? If you need something and we bought it." My father's response when a premium wondered how my mother gave me for my little things each week). So I got my mother bought me a few comics in the junk shop to cash them. Because then they changed. I accompanied my grandfather to change their Marcial Lafuente Estefanía novels (which also & amaz to remember if this happened before my mind that because of the infinite mind browsing in flies, ants, the operation of bicycles or anything that has nothing to do with what I'm doing physically. I let the autopilot and go shooting without my conscious knowing. And much later, sometimes years, Go! So that's why ...! Now I do less, but she practically lived in my alternative world. So it may seem strange to have so clear that my first book I bought eight years, or that my first novel by Agatha Christie read it before ten. Butof, I do not! Do you? Well, well. And in my case, after reading Corin Tellado, because ... well, normal is not it? "Not really. To me, the wedding, I just liked the dress. I stood in the windows looking at wedding dresses. My godmother was a dressmaker and hacíay I watched and looked dazed. Anything else related to a wedding, repanpinflaba me for ages. And then, on May 10, 1968, (I have the date etched) did communion, a wedding dress that I made my aunt, with white gloves, white shoes, white veil, a missal with plastic covers imitating nacre, a crown of white flowers & rodeaacute; ndome the mono-round a small pouch that I put a ribbon on the wrist, I asked what it was and they told me to get the gifts (for want of gifts go, if that ; not be nothing, was what I thought), but hey, better than nothing. And I got my first watch (I hate the clocks, but then did not know it, so I was happy) and my first gold ring, and a medal of gold. And then somebody, I forget who (because I was so surprised that I was white), I got a twenty hard on the purse to his wrist ... and I dio a shock, my father always told me not to accept money from anyone and my father was saying mass. And they were twenty dollars! Twenty! And my father said nothing, the sea was calm, and got another and do not know how I got in my grandmother's purse and begins to get running quickly and all we had to parade future communing across the street to get to church, and I, more p'allá p'acá calculating how many books that I can get to twenty dollars, I go out and bang! Noses in a puddle, the dress had a penalty and my father screaming (as usual) and my mother looking at me as a penalty (comor always) and everyone is saying how stupid the girl dammit! if you could not do something right! Has lasted too clean!

But I, for once I did not need to go to the world of yuppie to forget the joys of family life, because my mind for some time had passed elementary arithmetic and was going for high school math, calculating combinations and permutations and enlightenment arrived! Neither Santa Teresa had a similar revelation could buy a new book and be mine forever! Would not giveNalo "And my clock," I dropped I rolled up to show it, trying not to pass over me (which I had done but one is the last to know of these things.) "Take it, and me, plus a medal and a ring," said the other side of the bank (which the communicants were three for each bank in the front rows, boys on one side of hall and girls in another). "Me too" and taught. "Yes but I also ..." The priest stopped the Mass and saidhad gone there to receive the body of Christ to teach jewelry. So a bit of silence or would have to confess again (someday I have to explain my confession). I stopped and went to the wonderful world of mathematics, the new books but worth all the same old price varied depending on the age and degree of price conservacióny had written back , so I could get ... 1, 2, 3 ... but if I buy only one new and several old I can stay with the old ones that I like and change only those that ... - Strip palante weue I'm still fasting, I have not eaten since the night before (except the host course, but that feed the soul does not know, but the body, rather little). And I have hungry! The others did not, they had lunch. And take off the gloves, that bothered me I look in my purse and I remember the millions, that you could fit all the money they were going to give what had emptied, and in a display of optimism, I get the money and stick it in the pocket of the jacket of my mother, who was hanging on a chair. And start eating, and how, and give me more money, and how, and cut a three-storey pastel not test because I do not like the sweet and the only thing I wanted to eat, that isunion, to be starting to fill. And when the photos will reveal I have to stick to it. And I find myself sticking postalitas reminder that I have, and entering the guest list. And I'm pissed off, angry, angry ... and I remember I got money in the pocket of the jacket of my mother y. .. I became a miser. Never had money before and did not know where to store it so you do not find him and force me to put it in her bank, so I changed the site a bunch of times. Finally I pulled my leg and I kept Panchita doll inside. Panchita became ofthus complicit in hiding. But I was good at keeping secrets with my mother. I told her and she understood. I was not the only one my father controlled the money. You pilfered! He said It's my money! "I said and the discussion ended there. It took me months to decide what book I'd buy. I was planning to choose from among those who had already read, one that I liked particularly. My mother had aroused my interest in The Three Musketeers with their stories, but there was no way that the book appeared in the junk. Finally I decided quand would that. The Three Musketeers would be my new book. And I have never regretted my choice. My first real book. Still I keep it. The poor are very spoiled by so many hands and reread. Moreover, the role was not very good quality. But still I have it. And also those old books that I stayed. of all this has been the way I read it eagerly, as if they had to let go of a book to get another one, taking the ideas on the fly and memorizing what I've read to think about it later. Also the habit of never pull a book. And here I am, accumulating papel at home. Another thing I have left from that era is the memory of many books I did not understand at all until many years after reading them. And that memory remains fresh in my memory more than many of the things I read today. And all this has taken tambiéna my view movies or television. remember books that I liked and I did not like. Books seemed solemn nonsense and books recovered as I had the opportunity and money. And when my partner in the acquisition of "Twenty Years After" betrayed me, did the worst thing that could