I was one of those kids that traced over cartoon pictures, wore a t-shirt on my head and stare at the mirror for hours playing make believe. Played marbles and flew kites with the neighborhood boys. Ate mayo sandwiches and drank powered Coca-Cola. Hid candy under the mattress and stayed up in the late hours of the night listening to slow jams on my walkman . Helped my grandfather make cement and chop herbs for a great salsa. I am the kid who lived on Jeremiah Street, house 31, City of God, Rio de Janeiro Brazil.