Gracias por Todo. Life passes in the nick of time, no matter where we are or who we are with. Those who have moved from childhood memories and those who made new ones are most memorable and tell the stories. Michoacan, Mexico, home of many and the structure of life for others. A little story of one person who made an impact on many. My abuelo Agustin, one who makes life better whenever I am down and one who I will always miss no matter how far we are from each other. Michocan just like any little place has millions of people living their dreams doing their jobs at the markets making ends meet while loving it. Mi Abuelo is one to never give up and is stubborn like others. Some may even see where I get my stubbornness from. My grandpa had one…show more content… From an early age, Mi Abuelo had been working whether it was picking fruits, sweeping in school, or even picking them up at home. No matter how many chores Mi Abuelo had, he always knew that after he was done he got to play with his siblings, having a smile on his face everywhere he went, just as if he was in a movie. Growing up in Michoacan isn't always about sunshine and butterflies. Most locals grew up in harsher environments. No matter what, harsh environments tend to make locals smile. For Mi Abuelo, moving from his homeland was a tough choice. He went to a small Catholic school a few blocks away from his home, talking to Mi Abuelo. This brought smiles to his face, knowing how beautiful his homeland is and how much he misses it, even if he only remembers the memoirs. School life was one thing he loved most, whether it was walking to school with his best friend or enjoying the subjects he loved most, whether it was cooking, physics, or even biology. School didn't always mean it was fun, specifically when you got in trouble. Consequences for getting in trouble have changed whether you need to clean up the class or even get hit with a ruler, which scares
