Maria Garcia Cardenas

I was lying in my bed, hugging my favorite stuffed animal that I can not seem to name at the moment, when a doctor entered my room. He was a friend of my mom's; his name was Eduardo. I was sick, and he came to examine me. He smiled at me, played with me, gave me some medicine, and left. I was around 4 or 5 years old. Ever since that memory, I've wanted to be a doctor. That is the earliest part of me I can remember, but it has never meant the same thing at different stages of