There really isn’t much that compares to a South American childhood, and those who have experienced an extreme shift on living situations or whose home country changes at a very early age, are familiar with the contrast that their childhood has with the rest of the developed world. Pessimism aside, there are plenty of good things that come with growing up in a country which poverty level is higher than the tallest building, and I wouldn’t be giving enough credit to my native country if I were not to mention such advantages here. Before hand, I must say that the biggest lesson that I’ve learn from all the messiness that comes with growing up in Bogota is that of appreciation; for what it was, for what you presently have, and for what you wish it could have been.

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