Childhood:Growing up in Mendoza
I grew up in a middle class home. My father was successful at his job as a banker and my mother was a very dedicated music teacher. They both retired after putting in a lot of years; my father retired from the bank after working forty years. My parents were very busy, working and raising four children, so there were some rules to follow. It was not a dictatorship, but we all had to follow the rules.
As a child I lived in Mendoza, a city in Argentina about the size of Des Moines; a medium sized city. My neighborhood was average for as far as the number of people, kids and businesses. I have good memories of my neighborhood when I was growing up, it was pretty average, nothing unusual. I went to school and that took up most of the day. Otherwise I played with the rest of the kids in my house or in the neighborhood. We would play soccer when we had the chance. I lived two blocks away form a park so we would go to the park and play soccer all the time, and just play around like any other child.
I was the oldest of my brother and my two sisters. We knew what was expected of us and everybody went to school so we were busy until about three or four in the afternoon. Then we did some homework and played, so there were good memories. I loved my home in those days. When I was really little, about four years old, my parents built a house. It was on a big plot of land. I remember the building process of that house and how I could play around with it when it was being built. I shared a bedroom with my younger brother. My two sisters and my parents had their own bedrooms. We had good memories of that house.
During the summer my family would go to our summer house on the Atlantic Ocean, in a resort city. It was a modest house, but we spent at least January sometimes February there. Mendoza is in the mountains so we went to the ocean, so it was totally different and it was a lot of fun. Those summers were unbelievable! We would do whatever, we would go to the beach, ride horses and play with other relatives and friends. That is one of my favorite memories from my childhood.