childhood memories

I remember my childhood. Those mornings smelled of garlic. Running down into the kitchen, seing my lola making fried rice.

Those afternoons of never-ending games of fun. Together with my cousins and playmates, As the mid day sun baked our skin. Until it was time for lunch.

Those sunsets over the horizon, as we all went to the park. Swing sets and monkey bars, See-saws, and round-abouts. Smiling skin covered in sweat.

Those mornings again, of riding around on that bright yellow scooter. The crisp morning air brushed coldly past my cheeks. Carefree days of innocence, Where ignorance could still be bliss.

Until the day we decided to move. Move out of the nest that was my childhood. Cuts of independence as I said my goodbyes. My final goodbyes to those Mornings smelled of garlic, Afternoons of never-ending fun, Sunsets over the horizon, Smiling skin covered in sweat, That bright yellow scooter, And moments where ignorance was still bliss. It'll all still be here though, My childhood memories.