Activity: Writing a Narrative Essay

Activity: Writing a Narrative Essay

Introduction

My name is Victor Eber Campos Vásquez, I was born on August 22, 1988, in the city of Bambamarca, province of Hualgayoc, Cajamarca region - Peru. My parents were Mrs. Luz Marina Vásquez Garay and Mr. José Asunción Campos Peralta, my brothers are Elizabeth Campos Vásquez and two brothers from her other engagement of my mother, Yamil León Vásquez, Darlin León Vásquez.

My memories go back to when I was about 5 years old. At that time my father had just left me for another woman and I was living with my mother and my sister, who loved me dearly.

I was then a strong and robust boy who, barely dressed, spent the day playing with other boys my age. Tanned by the sun, I was dirty, ragged, always barefoot and I didn't remember ever having put on a cap.

When my mother came back from selling candy, she shut me up in the poor house with her and made me lie down in her bed after we had dined lightly.

Behind those walls there was a little garden divided in two by a fence; half belonged to us and the other half belonged to the house next door. In this one lived a woman whom I never knew except through the Ñata; I don't know what his name would be. She was also a widow and had lost a two-year-old child. In her place, she had been raising, for about a year, a girl who had been brought to her from the neighboring city and for whom she was being paid a pension.

La Ñata sewed and ironed in the houses, leaving almost all day alone in the orchard the child that at set times she would breastfeed or some cold soup without substance.

Since I was only at home at night or when I went to eat, it is not surprising that I hardly knew my neighbors. But after 2 years of separation from my mother and father, and when I was already seven years old, I noticed that this woman, whom I hadn't even noticed before, approached me frequently, caressed me and gave me some candy. My savage character had made me run away from her at first, but those paneses with which she presented me, and which I had never eaten, at last won her sympathy. At night I would tell my mother what the Ñata had given me in the morning or in the afternoon.

Description of the activity

An Embarrassing Childhood Moment

First Body Paragraph

• One day when I had been left alone, as usual, instead of going to the fields, it occurred to me to go down to the orchard in pursuit of a cat that I had seen enter. In the little garden next door was the girl, who was about four years old, crying with the greatest sadness. As her crying annoyed me, I ordered her to shut up and, not seeing myself obeyed, I picked up a stone that was on the ground and threw it at my neighbor's head. His cries were then more pitiful and, taking a hand to his forehead, he withdrew it stained with blood.

I don't know what happened to me; I was ashamed of having mistreated that weak and defenseless being who looked at me with fear with his black eyes bathed in tears, and jumping the fence, which did not offer the slightest difficulty for me, I found myself next to the girl. Until that moment he hadn't even looked at her.

"Look," he said, showing me his bloodstained hand, "clean this up for me."

I took her in my arms without her offering the slightest resistance and, approaching a tub almost full of water, I washed the wound on her forehead first and then her hand, drying it with a handkerchief. At the touch of the water he cried more, but then he calmed down quickly, as happens to beings who are not used to being comforted. He looked at me with frightened eyes and not daring to run away.

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