Samantha Garcia, Untitled

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 .