My dreams

Hello again. I come again to tell you about my life, I hope you read my story with pleasure, with the same pleasure with which I write it. I would like to talk about my childhood, and when this feeling of wanting to write about it comes, the first memory that comes to mind is me, sitting at a desk when I was about 7 years old, I loved playing with books, and thinking that it was a secretary, loved to cut out books. But as time went by, my tastes changed. And I thought it would be a great idea to become a detective. I wanted to be a detective for a long time, until I realized that I could not be part of the PDI. Since, it did not meet one of the fundamental requirements. There my self-esteem fell for a while, after knowing this. Until one day after many years they made me go back to the psychologist for having some family complications and it was that day that I fell in love with the work done by these professionals. I loved that a person could help me that if I had not attended that pl...