I grew up in a household where coffee, milk and sugar were part of a balanced breakfast.
I grew up in a household where my ADD and ADHD was treated with en cuanto te coja te voy a partir la cabeza - instead of Ritalin.
I grew up in a household where all it took was just ONE look.
I grew up in a household where we loved white rice and fried eggs.
I grew up in a household where lentil soup was considered comida de preso.
I grew up in a household where Spanish was my primary language.
I grew up in a household where Spanish was my only language.
I grew up in household where I had to go to my school open house to translate for my parents.
I grew up in a household where my sister and I shared a room until I was seventeen.
I grew up in a household where music or tv was never played on Good Friday.
I grew up in a household where we ate bacalao on Good Friday because all other fish was too expensive.
I grew up in household where we ate lechon at Thanksgiving.
I grew up in a household where we ate lechon at Nochebuena.
I grew up in a household where we ate lechon at birthday parties.
Come to think of it, I grew up in a household where we ate lechon at every social function.
I grew up in a household where malanga and manzanilla were the remedies to end all remedies.
I grew up in a household where I could have café con leche for breakfast but I was too young for a buchito de café.
I grew up in a household where we watched la novela while we were having dinner.
I grew up in a household where I was not allowed to sleepover at anybody's house but they could all come over to our house.
I grew up in a household where we didn't need cable because we only watched El Canal 23.
I grew up in a household where the carpool was el ride, el carrito was the lunchman y la lonchera was the lunch box.
I grew up in a household where la carne was from la carnicería and the groceries were from la bodega.
I grew up in a household where meat and potatoes was literally carne con papas.
I grew up in a household where oxtail stew had the colorful name of rabo encendido or a fiery tail.
I grew up in a household where people were either blanco, negro, indio o chino.
I grew up in a household where we drank Bustelo because El Pico was for Puerto Ricans.
I grew up in a household where we ate frijoles negros y colorados, many times burned to a crisp by and exploding in la olla de presión!
I grew up in a household where the oven was used exclusively to store las cazuelas and the oil.
I grew up in a household where los perros was the dog track, las maquinitas were slot machines and el juego was anything related to gambling.
I grew up in a household run by Cubans.... I survived in that household run by Cubans.
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