A MEXICAN AMERICAN GIRL WHO LOVED TO TELL STORIES
The Full Story
According to my parents, when I was little, my favorite thing to do was to throw dramatic tantrums on the kitchen floor. They were performative and very inspired by the Snow White VHS that I had played over and over again in my tiny apartment in Eugene, Oregon. I grew up thinking that the most magical thing that could ever happen to me was a magic carpet ride with a beautiful, tan stranger. I would perform Disney songs and recite all the movies line-for-line in the backyard for my aunts, parents, and grandparents.
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Fast forward through my school years, and many different sports, clothing choices, hairstyles, and taste in music - the one thing that never changed was my love for theater and choir. I could be as dramatic as I wanted and people would actually sit and watch... and laugh. Applaud. Sing along. It was everything to me.
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My father was an immigrant from Mexico and he came to the USA when he was 21 years old. I credit him for many of my values today. He knew the importance of an education and he always told me I was going to finish college. There was no question.
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