The doors of the life

A long time ago I wrote this story in Spanish. Today I made a new version and here it is, in English of course:

Even when my heart had started to beat a long time before, my life started with an opened door, the one that had remained closed for nine months. I opened my eyes for a first time and I found myself surrounded by a wonderful world. Full of doors I hadn´t opened yet. The time passed and the doors opened one by one letting my know, learn and understand a lot of things.
I was growing up and I was fulling with memories that those doors had leaving with me. I crossed the door to my childhood, followed by my adolescence. I overpassed my fears, I confront the obstacles that were on my way and I was heading to be the adult I finally turned into.
The doors keep opening but every time with a bigger delay. I had opened a lot of doors, but not too many. Finally I understood that there were a lot of doors that were going to remain closed to me because I didn´t have the key to open them.
I started to remember how much beautiful and full of joy moments I had had. The nostalgia appeared. I missed those days when I went to he park with my parents. When I couldn´t sleep because there was something that kept me awaken. I remembered my old couples, my first kiss, my first love.
A door without lock or bolt, sealed from the inside but not from the outside, one of those doors that let you enter but don´t let you get out. I didn´t decide to open it. It opened by itself, I wanted to stay a bit longer but my will wasn´t the guide and I had to crossed it. That was the end of my life. I wasn´t looking behind with tears in my eyes any more, all the concern had disappeared. I couldn´t get back. It was planned to be that way.
But I have time to tell you my story.