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)
(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?










