Today I was just thinking about the past. I remembered my grandma who passed away nearly seven years ago. I don't remember how old I was, but I know I was still in grade school some year under 3rd grade. I remember going to Mexico and I was sitting outside wither her on the porch. We were just sitting and watching the outside. I loved to just sit with her. Well this one particular time, these kids came into the yard and saw me. They asked if I wanted to play. My grandma pushed me to go play with these kids. Me not knowing very much Spanish, I was very nervous. But also being a child, I did want to play. We went out into the streets and we started to play a game. To this day, I still do not know what game we played because I couldn't understand them. I just know it was some form of tag. I had so much fun with those kids and I felt so free being able to play in the street without any adult supervision. It was the first time I'd ever felt like that. I had played numerous times at my house in Texas, but it didn't feel the same. I'm not sure why, but I remember that feeling. Anyways, we played for hours until the sun went down. When we stopped playing, they got in a group and called me over. I saw them take out some colorful things. They were plastic fruits like the above picture that I posted. One of the girls gave me one and I opened it. What a great surprise! Flavored sugar inside. I ate it, said goodbye, and went to tell my grandma everything.
About six years ago, I went back to Mexico with my family. I remember walking over to that same spot that I sat with my grandma and then I walked into one of the streets where I played with those kids. Everything was so different. I didn't have my grandma to talk to or to just sit in silence with her. I never saw those kids again. Back then everything seemed so simple as a child. Now that I look at it, nothing is the same. It's sad how time is always measured the same. We always go throught the same months, the same seasonal cycles, the same days of the week, but nothing else stays the same. People leave, places get older, the world suffers more and more everyday, and as I grow older I realize these things. I wish I could stay that child that I once was. I wish I could see my grandma again. I just know the older I get, so does everyone else. And when that happens, people change, but that's a whole new subject for another blog.
I miss you.
