Childhood?

There is this humid smell that makes me remember my basement where I spent so many days playing with all kind of stuff I could find there. We have a television and a VHS reproducer down there, I remember pretty well specially one day I spent in the basement, I remember I found a video about one of my grandpa's good fella, in that video, that I manage to play it on the VHS reproducer, appeared this fella torturing somebody. I think that was the first traumatic event I experienced.

One of my first memories takes place at Calera the Tango, where I live now, I must mention that it is a big piece of land. I was about four or five years old. I was a happy boy digging a hole in the yard, when I found a corpse, it was putrefying. I took it's skull and crash it with a shovel and I saw it still had some brain pieces inside. I remember I run as fast as I could back to my house and locked myself in my room. I spent around two hours there in silence staring at the wall. 

As a child one of my favourite activity outside school was climbing trees and once I was high close to the top I used to talk to them. Yep... I talked to every kind of tree.

The psychiatrist office was something usual when I was a kid, because of my tormented mind...