A Day at the Park
I was born in Chicago on a cold and misty January morning but wouldn’t stay there long enough to notice. Before I was even a week old, my parents flew me down to Mexico City to be raised alongside my older sister. Lucky for me, I wouldn’t have to bare coping with the Windy City’s long and treacherous winters. Instead, Mexico’s capital spoiled me with its almost year-round, spring-like weather, which suited me just fine. This…
