dear children if i ever have any,

i rode my bicycle to a few places a few weeks ago for you.

this is where i went to elementary.

 and where i learned about oregon, penguins, and how to play mash.
(and where i dragged gregorio cordova's coat in the mud because he called me his [insert derogatory term here] and i was not fine with that. but that is a story for another day)

this is where i stood at 24 years of age by my old elementary.

this is where grandma would pick me up and where i accidentally got in the wrong vehicle one time because it looked just like grandma's.

this is where i would cross the street everyday.

this is the cop that made everyone stop so i could cross the street ten years later.

this is the short cut i would take to get to junior high and where i cried after the crush of my young life logan didn't ask me to dance

and this is the field behind the junior high where i would pretend to do stuff during PE class.

love,

mom?