Early in my childhood I was introduced to God by my Great-Grandmother. In my innocense I understood that God is good and God is Love and I felt blessed to be born to loving parents in a land in South America.
My first language was Spanish (Castillean).
My mother is a wise woman and my father was a good man - and I enjoyed the fact I was their son.
This state of bliss lasted for a little while.
Around the age of three or four, I learned my grand-father named "Julio Cesar" was the commissioner
of the town and my mom was his youngest daughter, but Mom had been dis-owned by him for being disobedient.
The terrible thing she did was marry the man that she loved.
I then began to see, hear and feel more of the world and constantly asked God.
Where are you? Why are people mean towards each other?
I recall a day when my mother and I headed to the market and we walked by the Commisioner's office.
Her father was outside smoking a pipe and motioned for me to come towards him, so I looked up at my mother for approval and she nodded up and down.
He pulled a coin out of his pocket and placed it in my hand and smiled.  Immediately, I ran to my mother and handed her the coin. On the way back from the market he had some words with my mother, the jist of it is that I impressed him.
He mentioned that other children usually ran off to the store close by and would buy candies and that I was different. 
This experience always stuck with me for my Great-Grandmother had tought me that there are two masters to choose from - God or Money.  I have never forgotten this lesson.
One day, I saw a magazine that was lying about so I decide to look through and there were words, ads and many pictures. I turned towards the middle of the magazine and there was a big picture spread across two pages.
The picture brought such a weird and sad feeling to my core as there were many floating bodies of soldiers faced down in the water.
God!Where are you? Why?
I used to watch children go to school and could not wait to go myself. Soon enough, I attended first and second grade and the excitement soon died, school was nothing like Great-Grandmother's lessons.
To me God is and always will be the Creator and infinite intelligence that permeates all things.
This was my first seven years.