My Childhood Memory

Yajaira Martinez Mrs.Twenge 2 03/10/16 My Childhood Memory My childhood memory was with my cousin Andrea in December in 2006. We were in Jiquilpan Michoacan. We were at the plaza with our parents. My dad, grandpa and my 2 uncles would wake up early to sell at the plaza they would sell meat, carnitas, chicarrones and birria. So me and my mom would go walking to the plaza when we would wake up to help my dad sell. When we left the plaza we went to my grandma Maria’s house to drop off my mom there. My grandpa had a goat that he bought me. I named him Kiwi. He was black and white. My cousin Andrea was 7 she had really short hair and she was wearing a red jacket that had flowers on it and blue jeans I was 6 I had long hair and I was wearing a white shirt with light blue jeans. It was the second day in Mexico my dad was going to go visit my grandpa. My cousin and I asked him if we could go, because I wanted to see my goat. It was around 4pm and it was still kind of sunny. So we got on the truck and drove to my grandpa’s house. It was a really rocky road because some streets were made out of gravel. We got to my grandpa’s house. As soon as we got there, my cousin and I went running to his backyard. We were looking for Kiwi. We went to the cage where me and my cousin would normally play with Kiwi. He wasn’t there. So we looked around and tried to find him. We saw my grandpa and I went up to him. I asked him, “Donde esta Kiwi?” He said, “No esta aya.” We were worried and then he took me with him where the big pot was at it was kind of close to where he has his room because he lives with my uncle and wife. We saw this big pen he had and there was kiwi inside I felt like crying but I didn’t I just looked at my dad. Kiwi was also ready to be eaten he was torn into pieces so he would fit in the pen he had pineapple, and all kinds of weird ingredients over him so my grandpa turned on the tank that had gas he told us, “ya mero va estar la birria de chivo.” I told my dad that I wasn’t going to eat Kiwi . He begged me and my cousin to try the birria my grandpa made but I didn’t want to eat my own goat I would’ve tried it if It wasn’t Kiwi because Kiwi was a really nice goat. My cousin and I were sad because he was now dead. It smelled really bad when my grandpa was cooking him. Then my dad took us back to the house. My cousin and I decided to go to my Tia Anita’s house because she sells chocolate covered bananas and strawberries. She also sells popsicles. We went and bought a Popsicle which was only 2 pesos. I will always remember that memory because now I look back at it and it is funny and sad at the same time. I also learned a lesson and it was to not leave any of my animals with my grandpa because you might never see them agai