I do not remember my birth, of course. My brain the scientist say was not developed enough for me to be able to remember my birth. the earliest memories I have took place in Puerto Rico where I was born. Yes, it's the same old story, I was born to a poor family (awww!) like that did me any good. No I did not get a great university scholarship because of my Hispanic Heritage, no I did not publish a great novel, no I did not win any prizes, nor was I elected to anything special. Nope, I was just poor. I have however lived several lives, or so my husband says. Rather my life has had many paths, many forks in the road and I have had to make many incredible decisions. I love my life. I do, I do. I am 60 years old and I love all the lives I have lived so far, in the last 60 years. I will share all of them with you. first chapter:

I AM BORN.