I remember sitting on a chair looking toward the front window on a bright spring day. The wooden doors reflected with light coming from the window. My brothers were outside playing. I could hear them having fun. I wanted to play outside so badly. She wouldn’t let me. Mrs Garcia.
I had to learn to tie my shoes before I could go outside. She stayed with me while I struggled. I wanted to quit but she wouldn’t let me go anywhere till I figured it out. I was determined and reached deep in myself. I remember the moment of realization when looping the last lace. I did it! What a sense of power and accomplishment I felt. Quickly as I looked down at my newly laced shoes, went through the kitchen, through the laundry room to the back porch door. I ran outside smiling from ear to ear. We had a yard that seemed so big I couldn’t see the other end. My brothers had dug a hole. How exciting! I ran down the wooden stairs and jumped in . Wow!
What are those little red things crawling around…..ouch!! Ouch that hurts. Tears welled up in my eyes. My finger burned like fire. An ant bite me. I did not like it one bit. My brothers brought me up the stairs to the back screen door. My fun didn’t last long. I was finding out the outside had things that can hurt me. I didn’t get to go back down the stairs so I sat on the top stairs breathing in the wonder of the outdoors. It was rare we were ever let outside. This was one time I would take in as much as I could. The sun, the breeze, the smell of the dirt, the sound of the birds. I like this. I like it a lot
