The Boy at Vasquez Rock
•My Story•
When I was a young boy, I spent a part of my childhood living on a ranch in central Mexico. The ranch was in a rural part of the country, and I was very isolated and alone. The home was an unhealthy environment. I would avoid being there as much as possible.
It was during this time that I began constructing an alternate world within my imagination, a world bursting with vibrant colors and adventures.
To escape my reality, I would venture out into the vast expanse of the land, immersing myself in its breathtaking beauty. Sitting out on the open fields, I would observe the wild horses as they gracefully roamed free envisioning myself riding alongside them. I befriended the animals; I would go swimming in the rivers, and steal fruit from the old church. The nuns would act upset but looked the
