When I was a young boy, I remember watching TV and seeing bull fighting for the first time I remember telling my parents I'm gonna be a good ball fighter someday, but my parents always say the same thing you'll never be bullfighter Junior. It's a dangerous sport.
When I turned 10, I remember going to a bull fighting arena Near Mexico City it was plaza del toros when I seen the first bull come out it was fully black and his horns were shining the arena and I remember seeing the Matador coming out with his cape and being brave and at the end when he killed the Bull he looked up and he waved the crowd while they were cheering him and to me that's all I wanted to be famous
But there's just one problem where I'm from we live in The poor Area houses weren't that great people that make a lot of money. My family didn't make a lot of money either so on my 11th birthday my family bought me a Matador cape as a present since they seen me enjoying it the day I got it I trained and trained and trained so I can make it But all I wanted to do was to make my family proud of me and help them out with their finance and bills that's why the arena called to me