Me

I am that trip to Mexico. 
I am that kid, carefree, happy, optimistic. 
I am Legos, bricks, and pieces. 
I am cookies and creme ice cream and guava birthday cakes and squashed frozen sandwiches. 
I am my fun-loving, talkative mom and my serious, mannerly dad. 
I am my grandma, who thinks of money like a priceless treasure, and my grandpa, who's like a comedian. 
I am memories new and old. 
I was that kid, the bright, childish me, 
the 5-year-old me in the backyard of my old house swinging a pickleball racket like a sword. 
You might think I feel embarrassed by the stuff l used to do. 
Absolutely not. 
You were that kid; you still are that kid. 
You've only grown older, taller, and heavier. 
Those memories are a taste of youth. 
They are a glimpse of who I am. 
These are you, and they will always be you: 
drops of rain collecting gravity.