I often wonder what would happen if God actually allowed time to rewind? Would I change anything? What would I change? Would really want to encounter some of the strange people and things I did back then? There are so many questions and more than one answer for each. Would I change the outcome of certain situations and in my heart I say yes, but my mind gives me something different.
Growing up in such a close nit family you tend to cling to one another some times without knowing you’re doing that. I was the middle child and only girl of three and that was the best and worst experience for me. My brothers always gave me a hard time when it came to playing sports with them. They taught me how to play basketball and what it meant to be tough. I remember us riding our bikes through the neighborhood as children and my youngest brother Michal and I always got upset with Awkii for giving our toys to the other kids. I smile at the thought of some of the things Awkii did because he always acted as if he were an only child. My grandmother would take us shopping and we would look up only to see one Awkii’s friends wearing our clothes at school. As teenagers we grow into different people, but still have the same sense of humor we did as children. The relationship we have with our siblings is like no other. You share jokes and terms that nobody else will ever understand unless they grew up with you. Those are the times I cherish. Back when we trusted our close friends and family. As brothers and sisters we made sure nobody outside of us picked on the other. The way back when friendship meant something. The times when it was safe to ride your bike up and down the street. Remember when kids respected the word curfew? No anymore! I think back often to the days when the only thing that shocked you about getting a whooping was WHAT you got whooped with this go around! Lol. I can recall getting in trouble for one of 1000 things and my grandmother picked up a pump up Reebox, threw it down the hall and knocked the wind out me. Lol. I was in a state of confusion for about 20 minutes! Those were the days before children started killing their parents because they tell them no. Kids nowadays do not respect adults. I grew up where “yes ma’am and no ma’am” was mandatory and if you “turned up” in the store you got your butt beat in the store. At the age of 33 I am writing with these memories because my grandmother and two brothers are now my angels. They gave me the best memories and lessons that I am sure will carry me a lifetime. I often dream of those better times and seemingly easier days, the days when love was an action and not a word. I wish I could go back to where it all began.
