Platon Sanchez Park

As I remember every street in Platon Sanchez I'm like the song about the reckless and would like to return. I left there when I was 11. My memories live on. Even though I was only a little girl but I remember all the traditions. I used to walk behind the 12 costumed people with the candles with the pilgrimage dances that were done in the market as sacahuil traditions. I have a different life now but I'm not used to my nostolgia. I continue as if it were yesterday that I used to run up the rising knoll wing with my grandmother zenaida juan hernandez and my grandfather Juan. I recently went back and their river sucks.