Dear College: Those sublime years of my childhood, I spent them very well in your guts, learning things from life that seemed insignificant but today I realize their real importance. Yesterday was a child in overalls who had no idea of the great pain that translates from "student" to "former student", the immense pain of leaving those friendships that I cultivated and regué with my pure feelings, those things that I achieve with my commitment and those frustrations that I lived without knowing it. A monumental stage of my life, a stage that happens so well, I was having such a good time but time took it away and with it went my innocence, my class brothers, the morning laughs, the full desks, the empty sheets, the games at recess, the excursions to the countryside, the recesses under the lapacho, the mischief and the challenges, the annoyances between friends that are never anger rather whims, the desire of the teacher and the purity of my hands . I remember those days of such joy where we met in class to talk about the future, to leave behind this stage of childhood, how much we wanted to be adults and the professions that we would exercise tomorrow. And so it is that one is put to think: it will be that really we are taking advantage of each stage? We both hurry because we stop considering one "children" and at the moment of truth you realize that this was a stage whose happiness was incomparable, is not it? True happiness, the one that makes you find meaning every day, second by second; to not worry about appearances, what they will say, about your curriculum, about money, about what your parents will say, "about the future".
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