And it began…

Do you ever spend time thinking about how you grew up? All the things that you did as a kid….the good and the bad things?? I was thinking about that today as I was at work. I worked at junior college, and I am around a lot of young adults and non-traditional students. One of the things that hit me was….how many things could I have learned from growing up? Do you ever wonder that?

Random yes, but it makes you stop and think back to the good old days when you lived at home (hopefully it was good). I know for me things were so different. I grew up in a foreign country, I lived in a village that was nestled about 5,000 ft. up on the side of a mountain. The view was amazing! On the clearest of days I could see a volcano. We had two seasons (simple right) the rainy season – six months of rain and the dry season – six months of dry. When I was growing up we did not have electricity, at my house we had solar batteries but we did have to use lamps and candles. I had a big stove for the “cold” nights (maybe in the 70’s) but we had strong guests of wind. My house was made out of adobe, mud with straw in it, and my room was made from wood. When it rained my house leaked everywhere…sometimes my house flooded. We used an old ham radio (sp?) to communicate to the outside world (no cell phones, etc). Up until 1998, we used a six seat plane, which landed in a corn field), to fly the 45 minutes from my village into the capital city. We did that for groceries, and medical doctors. The closest medical facility to use was some 4-6 hours away on unpaved, horribly muddy (during the rainy season) road. I know many people who died simply because they could not make it to a doctor in time. Oh and fuel, the four wheel drive vehicles that FINALLY made it to my village…they had to have four wheel drive to make it.

The village itself was so small, a huge catholic church was in the center of town. I used to say “the conquistadors” must have loved the village. I cannot say for sure if it was the Spanish that built the church but it was a huge landmark nonetheless. I really did not cherish the quietness of the village. How at night you could hear the sound of bugs chirping, and you could see the clearest of clear stars. The sunrises were absolutely breath taking! It brings tears to my eyes to remember the beautiful, peaceful village that I call home. It has been many years since I have gone back, one day though I tell myself. One day I will go back and remember the amazing stories I have from my growing up years.

I can tell you the story of a hospital that was built, I can tell you of my many travels down to rivers, up to waterfalls, stuck in the mud, hiking up mountains, saving lives, and growing up! Maybe I will…although many would probably say…that’s ok! How does that tie into my Rheumatoid Arthritis, Lupus, or Fibromyalgia…since that is the driving force behind my blog?? Well you know, you get to hear about me and my life. Maybe it will spark some cool thoughts from my readers. But to me, it ties to all the disease things because it shows you the environment that I grew up in. It would be cool if my story could be one of the many stories that helps RA researchers pinpoint what causes RA. Was it because I got TB shots, and TONS of tentanus shots (doubt it but you never know). Was it because I grew up around so much dust, diseases (cholera, dengue fever, hepatitis, etc.). You never know.

But for me it is fun to talk about home, I miss it so much! My country has changed, of that I have no doubt. But one day I do hope to go back and see the homeland. To see what has changed, to walk the streets I did as I kid and to capture a few more sun rises and sunsets.

Here are a few pictures of the views and village that I call home ๐Ÿ™‚


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4 thoughts on “And it began…

  1. Thank you for sharing your story. It was very interesting and where you were born is a very beautiful place! It kind of reminds me of the little mining town Melissa is from in Az. I always thought you should write about your life and where you’re from!

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