A little transparency here. As a gift from my father on Christmas last year, he gave me his jar full of coins that he's accumulated throughout the year. A very generous gift, however, it wasn't as easy to get as it may sound. When I went to go pick up the jar, there was a brief discussion between him and I before the interchange, which got a little unruly (Which I take full responsibility for). Essentially, he didn't believe that I was going to use the money to buy a camera. I couldn't really fault him though, because given all of my past failed adventures and flat out bad decisions, how could he trust me now? Why was this time any different than any of the other ideas I thought was going to work? In middle school, I joined the band, which ended up meaning I needed an instrument. He bought me a trumpet. That only lasted a couple of years, but the thought of learning how to play again comes up every time I hear one in a song. Looking back on it now, between the tr
Back when I was in middle school, my sisters and I would stay at my cousin Willie Meta's house during the day while the parents were at work. I miss those summers. Playing out in the yard with my cousins and the rest of the neighborhood crew. We would walk to the store, get a few hot dog's, then turn right around and venture back down the massive hill when had to climb to get there, literally. But it was the summer time. We were just kids being kids. Not stirring up any trouble though, except the occasional dirt spot we may have caused due to a game of kickball or hide and seek, but that's it. Willie didn't too much care about us being in the yard playing, she was from the old school. They basically ate, slept, and worked outside lol. But she would always say something that I would never forget after telling us to do something that we saw her do differently: "Do as I say, not as I do." I think that statement perfectly describes the disconnect between the old