Gosh theres so many things about that picture that just brings me memories. This picture was taken in the summer of 2001 I was about 6 years old in Mexico. Guess which one is me. It’s not the one in the middle. Too young then and long hair. Not the one on the left. Too manly and fun to be with. That leads us to the one in the right. I have no idea who the one in the left is me but the one in the middle is my cousin. This is one of those pictures and you suddlenly remember what happened that day. I remember owning my first part of binoculars and thought they were the coolest spy kid cadget. That day i think we went to a field to see a car race. I remember using them to see something from far away but I can’t remember what. I don’t know why we were wearing Harley Davison shirts tho. I know it wasn’t a motor cycle race. Mexico isn’t that boring due to the fact that watching motorcycle’s race is boring. I guess we just wore those shirts to be in the spirit of fast viehecles. My uncles are huge fans of Harley Davison so they just lend me the shirt to wear. I thought they were cool until I got annoyed of their obsession at age 8 when ALL their friends rode motorcycles and met up at a camp house. And after that day we just went to a ranch and played pool. I would love playing pool. It made me feel like a grown up. All I needed was a beer, a cigarrette, and ranchero music in the background to sing along to and boom! I’m a mexican. But meanwhile I waited for that day to come, I just wore really baggy jeans and hats that made me feel like a gangsta.