Nos comíamos la plata del pasaje...

Como en Perú papa: sin pasaje, no hay viaje...  Je je je.™

Andábamos a los pozos, las represas, a algo más chévere que recreo: bañarnos a nuestro antojo, nadar, bucear, jugar al fó y asolearnos lo más de rico en cuanto cuerpo/espejo de agua había entre nuestras casas y el colegio...

Lo hacíamos cualquier día de la semana, pero los viernes era mejor: por algún motivo los viernes los profesores se reunían a hablar de nosotros y por sus reuniones acortaban todas las horas del día de clases así que nos soltaban más temprano... Lo que nos daba más horas de unlimited showers+fun in whatever place we will find suitable that day... Remember: those was not school properties, so, our human band of brothers(between five or seven of U.S., ten the youngest and maybe thirteen the older) was doing break in some private property of we never knew who... Lol.

Any way that used to be like heading to the beach, but closer and several times a year... That was the first day in high school for me: leaving early the school and heading to a pozo...  je je je.

Después crecimos, y ellas querían venir con nosotros. Algunos nunca habían visto a una chica en brasier, y entonces en séptimo empezó a pasar: "chicos, queremos ir con ustedes, lleven nos"... Wow: crecer es divertido, je je je. Entonces eso sí parecía una fiesta de verano papa(acá no hay verano, pero para que te hagas una idea).
A las chicas les gustaba el plan de ir a pozos/represas cuando teníamos Educación Física(Gymnastics): they was already wearing comfy clothes, so better in that way that with the daily skirt uniform to walk trough fences, hills, and all the terrain in the middle of school and the free pool areas to play...

Esos días cuando andábamos a los pozos, nos comíamos la plata de los pasajes para volver a casa: entre todos, comprábamos además de la merienda del recreo, más cosas para compartir al rato de bañarnos en los pozos/represas... Jugar en el agua da mucha mucha hambre papa, a kind of the munchies in few years you and Yven and others will realise what it is... Lol.

We used to do all kind of games in the water. And with the clay of deep areas to: Clay Wars... Lol. We make balls with it, and then, in two or three teams, according how many of U.S. we was that day in the hidden forbidden trip to the ponds/small lakes, we run all the area trowing to each other the different kinds of clay the pozo/represa was providing that day... Oh! And the clay suit was fun: we cover our entires bodies with smooth clay, and we laugh about how we was looking after...

Joyful times... Until some of the band of babies human brothers arrive to their houses very late, wet or plus regular dirty... "What is that pice of clay in your hair?", "why your uniform t-shirt is so dirty?", "Your are wet boy: where you came from?": in all the cases, when the human lye about it (100% of the times), there was troubles. 

"Hey guys, mom/dad realise where we was and they spank me very ugly, so, I am not going next time", they used to share with one to another, with stressful faces, and so for a couple of weeks we forgot about the pozos/represas... But then again: "Hey guys, tomorrow the History Teacher is not coming, she finally make birth, so, may we leave a couple of hour early, vamos al pozo?". Cuando alguno de nosotros hacía esa invitación, siempre la respuesta era unánime sin decirnos una palabra: tocaban la campana del colegio, y como si lo hubiéramos hablado, nos veíamos todos caminando(y nuestras ahora usuales acompañantes: las chicas) hacia el mismo punto de la cerca de las fincas/haciendas vecinas andando a nuestra fiesta acuática... Recordando nuestro origen zenú/malibú papa. Antes que llegaran los bárbaros salvajes destructores supuestamente cristianos abuelos europeos nuestros, en nuestras sociedades del caribe éramos/somos anfibios. Literalmente, una parte de nuestras vidas pasaba/pasa allí. Fishing was the deal of our society, so, to swim, to dive,to spend a lot of time on the water was our natural way of being... And our skins still remembered about it. 
Water is delicious papa. Life came from it, and ALL HUMANS WE WAS BORN IN A WATER BALL BEFORE CAME TO THIS... Dry place, Lol.

I miss you guys. Today I was walking and suddenly this memories came to my mind, and the wish of to share it with you and your brother. Your body is changing, is coming a huge forever change in your human consciousnesses, and is was just something... A age of my life, a very fun one, may life(and your mom) allow you to read this lines someday...
I am forever ready to visit: time is endless, somebody different than this your friend was cheating for what they did, and so is matter of God time and we will cross paths again buddy.

Love you, And your brother too. And your mama too. And I am doing meditation to love the new chanquero too, Lol™.

By After Pieter Brueghel the Elder - 1. blistar2. GalleriX, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5279287