Untitled by Samantha Garcia
this is an ode to my childhood, where growing up and doing weird things was normal. When we would chase the ice-cream truck just to get ice cream, only to dirty ourselves later. It was normal for us to pretend to be princesses and wear tiaras. This is my ode to a blissful childhood I once had. An ode to my grandma’s yellow rice and peas that always smelled good every time I opened my bedroom door. When my mom would tuck me into bed at night so I would wake up early enough for school. An ode to being the child that had separated parents, going to dad’s house one day and going back with my mom another day. Being around cousins so much that they practically became a part of me. I never wanted to rush into being a teenager because I loved my childhood. This is an ode to my grandfather, the man who was a father figure to me for half of my life, teaching me the right and wrongs of life and the importance of it. Who always wanted what was best for me, who taught me to enjoy life before it’s too late, taught me to cherish every moment I have with family and friends. This is an ode to my childhood. A childhood that I wish I could go back to. Being a kid was fun and exciting. Going back to easier times, when there wasn’t as much violence and chaos as there is now. A childhood where we could just be ourselves and not have to worry about people judging us. A childhood that I will never forget. My childhood.
To Walk in My Shoes
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