1 I Remember My Childhood

I remember how easy life was to count on my fingers. Quickly turning my fingers to show my instructor that I can count to six. Or to take the spelling test back in second grade, to be so proud that I can spell congratulations loud and proudly.

I remember pulling my parents' hand as I dragged them to the icy guy, asking for a rainbow and a mango icy. The way the icy man grinned at me, because I was his only day-to-day customer who would come order buzzard mixed flavors only because I could.

I remember humming a piece of music, and everybody in the classroom were going to burst out singing a song. Or even begin to say the first few lyrics. Much like this... Somebody. Then the rest of the class will say that 'once told me'. This is the best song that made my class behave. Even the teacher began to sing it, and she was able to get all our attention.

I remember how dumb the bands used to mean you had the money. My favorites were the blue whale and the purple mouse. My best friend still had one of the white rabbits, and I envied her for that.

I remember how my school ended early on Fridays during the summer so I could go to the park. Leaving every single Friday at 1:30 p.m. The way the corridor yelled freedom to us, and how the teachers were glad they could go home early to their partner or family.

I remember running into the park's random kids and playing with them immediately. Not knowing their names made it even more interesting, so people will have to identify others with the words we've learned.

I remember using my imagination to become real where I can feel their touch. My imagination was so strange, I thought that Spiderman would leap from every car hood to the next when I was driving. Spiderman kept hopping and using his webs to keep up with my dad's driving. Let's say, my dad was as fast as Mario compared to Spiderman.

I remember how convenient it was to make friends with simple mutual interest. Pointing to another girl, with glasses like mine, and braids. We both had S, as our letter begins with our first name. This is an immediate spark. I still remember her name, Samantha, and if I came across her ten years later. I'm certainly going to remember her.

I remember looking at my friends with a simple eyebrow-raising and having a conversation that was being shared with a facial expression. Particularly when someone was lying right in front of us about something they had encountered. My friend and I would be sitting right next to each other, smiling and giving little twitches, then laughing randomly. Too much uncertainty, man.

I remember taking a deep breath to calm myself down. I had to say that my rage was Satan's job, it boiled so easily.

I remember my brothers and I running away from the beating we were talked into. Lying on each other about the stories we made a few minutes before we bumped into our parents.

I remember snitching my brother secretly to get something I wanted. Snitching wasn't something I liked, but when my parents promised me something positive, the conditions were negotiable.

I remember my grandma smiling at me with a smile on her face, telling me how much she loved me. It wasn't something that I paid attention to when I was a kid, but she always told me that she loved me. I hated her saying that because she said it every day and every chance she got. I miss hearing her say it right now, her faint voice in my head, I love you, sweetheart, did I tell you that? God bless her soul right now.

I remember my dad telling me that no matter what I was going to do with my life, he's going to support me. At this point in time, he's supposed to be grateful that I didn't want to be a stripper, and I want to make games. A joke that I tell to my friends so much. They're concerned about me.

I remember that my friends will always be there anytime I need them. Calling them at obnoxious hours in the morning like 3 AM, waking them up, wondering if we were animals, what would they be like?

I remember realizing that all my gifts are fantastic. It was hard to believe it at first, but it was how you handled your talent that made a difference.

I remember the confidence I had on the first day of college. Surprised as hell to find out that I wasn't just a decent student, but an outstanding student, so I don't want to drop out now. College is easy for me to say. Something very rare to say about that.

I remember my professors asking me to keep writing, even though it's nothing. What they didn't know was that I had something to write about, even if it was something made up on the spot like this.

I remember them telling me, "Your writing is so good, you should make a little novel of it". Been there, done that, and still doing it!

I remember me, remembering all of this.

Rip- Grandmama🥀🕊