𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 - 18 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 - 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝑫 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐
Searching through my trinkets, because yes ... I have many. I keep physical memories like the pyramids of Egypt. lol I found this only remnant from that era, which luckily my late husband hid inside his wallet.
Already at this time I had 5 years practicing Jiu-jitsu and Taekwondo behind me, it is noticeable by my voluminous neck in this picture, “which will soon possibly reach the same shape again”, since a few weeks I am back to Bjj practicing, working out every days and eating a lot.
I left home at 13 years old, but my craziest and most dangerous phase was from 16 to 18 years old. - I was reckless, I wasn't afraid of anything, I was the rebellion in flesh and blood, not a single fox given to anyone’s hearts. I was many times unexplainable very lucky. A few months before this photo I was in a car accident and put in an induced coma for almost a week. I left the hospital with my face swollen beyond recognition. Leaving the hospital, a white Honda did slide in front of my friend’s car and I almost got involved in another car crash again. It felt like something wanted my head. Lol
I was in close contact with my paternal family until I was 18 and then I decided to disappear and before they knew it I had crossed the ocean. And I don't regret it one bit. Every country I've been to and the people I had the pleasure to get know, I’ll never forget them.
Do you still have your earliest ID pic?
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