Chapter 1: My funny Head-start Story

I was born in February 1983 in the island US territory of Puerto Rico. Since early age pretty much many of us are self sufficient. Today I see kids in pre-k being escorted by their parents to school, I even have done that to mine (I've been terrified they will get lost, taken or hurt). When I was in head-start, not even pre-K, I walked alone to school, I only had to cross two streets about  7 houses down from my home then about a block to the left. I wore blue pants that were husky boy size, because I was a big kid and a red polo shirt. Sometimes, I waited for other parents to walk by the front of the house and I would walk with them. I was a sweet kid according to my teachers. I've always been very smart (supposedly). But the things I went on "pre-school" were somewhat embarrassing and I guess life scaring because I remember them well.  First thing I remember is the first time I tasted liver for lunch. Who serves liver to a 4 year old? Anyways, this was Carolina, Puerto Rico, So i guess things were different back on the days in the late 80's and in an island. I remember one day I got so sick, and I literally poop and puked at the same time. My teacher which I remember her face but not her name was so sweet, she helped me and cleaned me up. Gave me some clothes that barely fit me, because I was the fattest kid in class. Graduation day, I remember they asked me to say my name, I said : My name is "Carmen Rosa Medina Bulerin Flores Pizarro Millan" I was raised by a family member that had different last names than me, and I included their last names and my parents second last names on the introduction. Everyone laugh at me. It is hilarius now, but that day, I cried, because everyone laugh at me and I was embarrassed. I did not understood that my only last names were my parents, even tho they weren't raising me or present. I barely remember head-start. But these my high light of my time there. Stay tune for chapter two.