Frida Kahlo is my hero, because she is sassy, activist, strong, has a bold fashion sense that I could never hope to imitate, and her paintings have meanings.
It seems to be oranges right now. I like to eat them in class.
I would spend the day with my family.
When I was little my grandfather owned a plot of land in Mexico, near a river basin. Me and my sister decided to go exploring, and ended up at the river. I just so happened to have a rope in my backpack full of things. We decided to swing in the river not knowing it was contaminated. When it was time for us to go home we found flowers to give to our mother and grandmother to sweeten them up. (We still got in trouble though.)