Echoes of the Past: A Narrative Journey

Now that my parents' house stands empty, I walk through its hallways and enter each room. It's a place full of stories, many of which only I know. These stories, now, I can share as I wish. But don't worry, I won't invent anything that didn't happen there.

My time in my parents' house marked the beginning of my fascination with stories. I grew up surrounded by them. Television was my window to the world, and my room was filled with comics and books. Some stories I read, others I recreated with plastic soldiers or action figures. After school, I would eat, do my homework, and watch some television. Then, the house was all mine until my parents returned at dusk.

I learned to read with comics. Stan Lee wrote some of the first words I deciphered. I loved the stories of Spider-Man, the Fantastic Four, and the Avengers. Marvel was my universe; DC I discovered much later. But stories weren't just in comics. I also found them in the encyclopedia, where I learned tales about nature, expeditions, and trips to the moon. That's where I learned about Darwin, Shackleton, and Yuri Gagarin.

I loved inventing stories for my plastic soldiers. I could create epics that lasted days, weeks, and months. I learned from the best, especially Stan Lee, who was the master storyteller to me. But I was also inspired by George A. Romero and John Carpenter. Yes, I also liked those stories where evil, whether a group of zombies or a madman with tremendous strength, turned everything upside down.

I recently remembered there were also stories on the radio. I loved the nightly horror programs, where local legends were told. Radio dramas, especially Kaliman, fed my imagination in an incredible way. These stories took shape and color in my mind, creating entire worlds.

Stories were an integral part of that house. There I read them, heard them, and learned them. They became part of my DNA. It's no wonder I'm passionate about writing stories today. I grew up with them. Now I enjoy reading Stephen King, Chuck Palahniuk, and Thomas Pynchon. That's why I love movies, music, bodybuilding, and wrestling so much; it's all about telling stories.

I still keep Blue Demon and El Santo's masks in the house. How could I not remember their stories? I also have the dumbbells with which I started lifting weights. Every object in that house has a story to tell, a memory to evoke.

What I learned in that house was to create stories. I wasn't the best artist, but I had good stories. And the most incredible thing is that those stories helped me get through difficult times. In a dysfunctional house, stories were my refuge, my mental clarity. Always the stories.

Stories taught me to dream, to imagine worlds beyond the four walls of my room. They taught me to be brave, to face my fears like a superhero would. They taught me to be empathetic, to understand that each person has their own story, their own journey.

In that house, I learned that stories have power. They can inspire, they can heal, they can change lives. And that's what I try to do today, tell stories that inspire, that heal, that change lives. Because, as the great Stan Lee once said, "With great power comes great responsibility."

The stories from that house didn't just entertain me, they shaped me. They taught me to see the world differently, to find magic in the ordinary. They taught me to be a storyteller, to find beauty in small things, to give voice to what others cannot express.

And so, as I walk through those empty hallways, I feel deep gratitude. Gratitude for the stories, for the lessons, for the memories. Gratitude for that house which, though now empty, will always be full of life in my heart.

Because, at the end of the day, we are all a collection of stories. And my parents' house, with its hallways and rooms, its comics and encyclopedias, its radio dramas and action figures, is the library of my life. A place where every story, every memory, has a special place.