"There was an Old woman" By Gilberto Lopez

I was once like the Vargas’s kids not anymore that behavior is about only two percent in me right now. Even though I was always misbehaved and hyper my family cared for me. I did misbehaved a lot that is why my mother, father, and specially cousins disciplined me. When I used to live at Mexico I was called “El padrecito peligroso” which meant the dangerous priest. They called me like that because when I was baptized I was dressed as a priest, not the black suit with a white shirt and the black thing by your neck. I was dressed more like the Pope but without the little hat. As I remember the people started calling me like that when I was about four years old. The main reason why people started calling me like that was because I burned my grandmother’s bed I was actually lucky that the flames did not spread out of that room. At that same age I was caught smoking by my grandfather, did I get taught a lesson. I didn’t respect anyone except for some grown ups family, and teachers. My actions didn’t lead to poor circumstances I actually turned out fine.