About mellyn

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Hi, Bloggers.  I was born in the beautiful (used to be) Island of Puerto Rico, in the year 1952 when it became a commonwealth of the U.S. of A.  After 53 years it still surprises me that so many Americans don't know this bit of information about my little island.  I spent eight beutiful  years playing and running brefoot.  Going to shcool in uniforms.  Going to the beach anytime we wanted.  And sometimes part of the school day might be watching a water spout as it built up not to far from our shores.

Our Christmas Eves an Christmas Days were for adults to celebrate, because they knew what it relly meant.  We were babes, so our day was the Epiphany, January 6.  The night before all the children would get shoe boxes and fill them with grass for the camels of the 3 Kings,also water.   We would put it under the beds and go to sleep (well try to). And wake up to a gift.  It was like all the mothers got together and knew what we wanted.  I was one of the youngest ones.  We all got those good old fashioned roller skates.  Our neighborhood had an arch as you entered it. Away from the streets.  We went all the way to the top. Lined up as a train and rolled down this huge neighborhood.  I,of course, breaking the chain being as tiny as I was.  They never liked me playing, I always screwed them up, lol.  We use to love jumping mud puddles, my mother would warn my older sister to make sure I stayed clean, But poor sis she was just two years older than me, a child herself, we would start jumping that mud puddle, sure enough, there I went I swung back and forth saying, I can do this,  took a big leap of faith and FLOP ! right in the middle of the puddle I cleaned my hands on my beautiful yellow dress, wiped my face, as the other kids laughed and my sister looked terrified, a big crying siren sound came from my mouth.  Beautiful innocent, sun loving, warm, moments, too many to write.    Were all vanished in a matter of hours on a November night as I looked through a tiny window of a plane and saw absolutely nothing under me.  My whole little world had vanished.  I was 8, scared, closed the window and prayed all the way to America as my father said.  I got off the plane and alredy hated it, it was like a frezzer, I wanted my warm summer night.  Once again I started to cry.  I've been crying since.  Mellyn 

Location:

United States

Primary occupation:

Liasion

Dream occupation:

Civil Activist

Hometown:

Bronx, NY

Schools attended:

Bx. Comm. College

I like:

Walks on the beach , reading, writting, talking, listening, dancing

Favorite writers:

GOD; none in particular

Favorite books:

Bible; something that catches my interest

Favorite newspapers:

Atlanta Journal

Favorite magazines:

Latina, Hispanic, U.S. Newsweek, Time

Favorite music:

Salsa, R&B, Soft Rock, Oldies but Goodies(50,60,70,)

Favorite movies:

comedies, drama-comedy, action, suspense, animated, cartoons

Favorite TV shows:

CNN, game shows, reality shows, Animal nature, TDJakes

Favorite teams:

Yankees, NYGiants , there's a few more

Favorite quote:

"Tomorrow is not promised to us"

Gender:

Female

Religion:

Christian (me&Jesus)