I had always been an extroverted and active child. Things children my age did made me feel bored so I always wanted to go a step further. My parents believed it was due to the fact that I had an elder sister who, by the way, was exactly the opposite of me. I really enjoyed doing the same things she did, which is the reason why we practically learnt how to read at the same time.
During a journey to San Clemente del Tuyu, my mum realized that I was reading aloud some of the huge advertisements on either side of the road. At first, she thought that I was probably saying things by heart because most of the ads were very popular, but she changed her mind as soon as we arrived at the seaside house.
Neither of my parents could believe their eyes when they saw me reading a magazine as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Immediately, they gave me different pieces of writing for me to read, and they confirmed their suspicious - their lovely little child had learnt how to read only at the age of four.
As you might imagine, when we got back home and classes started, I got very bored at kindergarten. I was really tired of drawing, playing and singing. My teacher believed that, in fact, I was ready for a new challenge, so she suggested my moving up to 1st form. I went through some developmental, mental, physical and psychosocial examinations and everyone agreed that changing to Primary School was the best choice for me.
Therefore, in two weeks, I was attending 1st form. I felt absolutely thrilled and full of expectations.
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