This was translated in being the chosen one to interpret some integral personage of the Living Bethlehem or to be the carrier of a heavy wax candle in the processions that at that time were realised. In spite of my few years, those experiences did not exert influence spiritual in my person enjoyed and them just like any other recreational activity. Soon the classes came from catechism would prepare that us to receive the First Communion. I did not understand because my friendly and cousins underwent so tremendous change in their personalities as a result of these classes. Everything was sin, no longer we spoke of great subjects of , did not want to go to rob quinces of the woods of Spanish Home nor to spy on by the lock of the door the domestic employees when they were resting in his quarters.
They only spoke of God, of which if that or the other were sin and which there was to confess themselves and to make penances to return to be free of fault. I felt true terror when imagining to me that, with the idea of being pardoned, some of my friendly or cousins she went to go of the language and would tell to Father Demetrio one of ours him passed misdeeds. The fear, obvious, was not to receive the divine punishment, something that apparently I was the unique one in not believing possible, if no, because when finding out Demetrio Father, with security my grandmother and my mother would find out yes and in that punishment I who I believed. In short, the most important consequence of those classes of catechism was that I fell in love lost with the professor distributed who them and due to it I did not lack any almost. Memory that in the day previous to ours First Communion, was necessary to confess itself and the obligation was to stay in uninformed and free of all sin until the following day to be able to receive the communion.