Caracas is surrounded by a beautiful mountain, our beloved Cerro El Ávila. The first time I went there, I was a very young girl. My older brother took us on a family outing. I was very excited and thrilled. I would see the clouds up close and, with any luck, I could catch a piece of one and put it in a bottle. I would have a floating bottle.
Children's things, it wasn't the first absurd, crazy, or strange thing that my curious mind thought was possible.
I remember that TV seemed magical to me. How did the characters, the actors, and actresses shrink themselves and get inside the screen? I wasn't the only one; back then, the children in the house would peek through the slits at the top of the TVs to see those characters from other angles. We didn't give up so easily; we did it over and over again and sometimes joked that we saw such-and-such a character in miniature 3D. We knew we were lying, but it was still fun and a way of trying to explain what we saw through the screen.
I also believed that cotton candy was literally made from cotton and sugar. Once I went to the park and really wanted to try some, but I couldn't, so I went home wishing I could have eaten that cotton candy that so many children and adults seemed to enjoy. So I looked for a box of cotton balls and sprinkled them with sugar. I ate a little and it wasn't good, but I ate until I couldn't eat anymore. I thought that everyone else was pretending it was tasty when it was actually disgusting.
I don't remember how that day ended. I probably got indigestion or something, although as a child I was immune to so many things that I probably continued playing and dreaming as I usually did.
