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I can't date the following except that they're certainly before 3 year 11 months -- the age when I moved from Rio to Petrópolis.

- Lying in my crib face up and slightly freaked out by the car lights whizzing by the ceiling (we lived at the 2nd floor by a busy street)
- Beach: the waves. They looked mighty big.
- Beach: sound of an airplane overhead. I would always look up to see the plane; sometimes the position of the Sun made it impossible, much to my frustration.
- Beach: going to a different beach than used to and called it the "dirty beach" (it wasn't dirty; it just had darker sand)
- The statue of Jesus at the top of Corcovado hill, that I could see from the apartment window.
- Fried sliced bologna. I called it "et cetera et cetera". Don't ask.
- Disney and Hanna-Barbera comics. Asking Mom, Dad, and siblings to read them to me. I especially liked "La Brujita" (Magica DeSpell).
- Being offered mineral water (with CO2) and loving it. I still love it.
- Waking up every morning, being taken from crib by Mama, asking "Donde está Papá?" and hearing "trabajando" as an answer. I didn't know what "trabajando" was, only that it kept Daddy away. Bad.
- Cartoons: The Impossibles, Shazzan, Magilla, The Herculoids. I loved to draw the big stone gorilla. For some reason I drew it with four arms.
- Shitty (not for me) car models made of soft bubble plastic, bought by the dozen at street vendors.
- Being informed that we were moving to a city at the top of the mountains (Petrópolis) and picturing a perfectly conical mountain, with a perfectly spiral-shaped road around it and a very crammed city on top.
- Moving. Living room totally empty, we were about to go. I'm shitting in a potty in the middle of the living room. My older sister tells me if I don't hurry up they'll leave me behind. I cry.

And by the way, yes, Spanish WAS the official language at the CyC household. Folks immigrated 5 years before I was born.

Edit: how could I forget this one? I'm in the bathtub (it's horribly hot so I spend most of the day in it) and I suddenly think how nice it would be if the ENTIRE bathroom was a bathtub. I proceed to diligently throw water from the bathtub into the floor withy some plastic thingie (a deep dish I believe). Mom freaks out. Sister calms her down: "He's little, he doesn't know what he's doing." I'm offended. I DO know what I am doing, and I have a PLAN!