My Life
I started my life on a lugubrious and rainy day in Mexico city. It was year 1923. My mother abandoned me right away and some pauper took care of me then ahead so I grew up in a slum.
When I was 5 years old I left for the orphanage because I know there is much cleaner and better to be there than in slum. But I didn’t know that I’m going to really harch orphanage where the children were treated like slaves. They took me reluctantly and sent me immediately to do hard work.
When I was 10 years old I was still slaving away for the orphanage but my muscles hadgrew. So one night I decided to run away with my friends. So at the midnight when the guard walked near our cells’ bars some of us took the keys and strangled him a while when the others were trying to open the lock. They nearly did it but at the last moment there came a guard who calmed down the situation. We NEARLY did it. After that we all were moved to different cells and there was always two guards watching us.
When I was 15 years old I was still in that same cell but there was only one guard anymore. So I decided to try the escape again. For some reason I have special wrists: When I clench my fist my wrist gets much more width. So when the work finished at twelve o’clock I clench my fist when the guard put the handcuffs on me. When we were in front of my cell I took fast my hands out of the cuffs and knocked him senseless. Then I swapped our clothes and I put him into the cell and walked away. I went to the announcement booth and announced that a dangerous armed criminal was raging 300 feet east from the orphanage and they need every guard to stop him. Then I hide and waited 5 minutes until every guard has left and then I opened the cells doors from the control room and ran away. And of course I told to the police about this terrible orphanage.
When I was old I told this story for my grandchildren hundreds of times but they never get enough of it. They said that they’ll be also heroes some day. Then I said
“Only time will tell”.