The hankering for fame like no other started as early as I can remember. I was an only child, so the center of attention simply by default, and I thrived most in climates where I was the focal point of the room. By four or five, I was already destined to be a Rockette at best, a groupie at worst, always discovered by my parents moving wildly in the center of some dance floor filled with drunk adults.
Tag: Memoir
Gringa: A True Story of Culture Shock, False Promises and That Time I (Almost) had a Sugar Daddy
"You have a nice figure, Gringa. But you could still get a little more meat on your bones."

