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My childhood so long ago tempered only by the quantity of years while warm memories keep it as close as yesterday. Remembering today, walks me into the attic of my mind where my life has been stored for so many years, where homemade dresses continue to sew the fabric of my legacy,
creating the history of my past. Wallpaper ballerinas still pirouette on yesterdays bedroom walls while dreams of teddy bears and angels would soothe me to sleep. Missing the scent of Old Spice Cologne splashed on my daddy's freshly-shaven face when he kissed me goodbye on his way to work.
Magically transformed into Scheherazade, I became the beautiful daughter of the Grand Vizier, as the sound of mama's voice still resonates the stories of the Arabian Nights. Getting all dressed up, 'tap dancing' on the kitchen floor with my patent-leather Mary- janes, ready for our trip to the bank
where the teller would always give me a rootbeer sucker perched on top of an 'o' shaped, paper-wrapped handle. Or riding my new two-wheeler bike, with training wheels like two crutches, with daddy on the side-lines cheering me on. And at just the right time he'd say I was a big girl now and
didn't need the baby wheels anymore, as he followed along side ready to pick me up if I'd fall. Or sitting at my mama's dressing table, claiming her beauty and at the same time praying that when I grew up I wanted to be just like her. Still feeling her touch, as she'd blush my cheeks with sunlight, dab
perfume behind my ears, the faint scent of violets that still bears my essence today. Or at night crying into my pillow, still feeling the weight of her body sitting on the edge of the bed, kissing my cheeks as she would magically make the boogey-man go away.
I plant my memories as if no else has ever done so before, while I continue to carry all those lives inside my heart. So long as the wild flowers tempt the bees with their nectar, will I forever remember those days of yesteryear, where the innocence of my soul will go on for evermore.
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