Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I come from


I COME FROM A PLACE

I come from a place where mango trees abound.
I come from a place where most kids had hanabata during the cold season and it was normal.

I come from a place where as kids; we’d all climb up the trees to pick mangoes.
I come from a place where aluminum extension pools would reach every single mango during the harvest.
I come from a place where as coffee farmer’s kids we made our own dolls with coffee sticks and leaves.
I come from a place where if you fell down, you just pick yourself right up and climber up the tree again.
I come from a place where if you were naughty, the teacher would spank you
I come from a place where if you were late,  the third grade teacher would have you line –up and give you a slap on the hand with a ruler.
I come from a place where dad was the boss and when he raised his voice, we would  all listen and behave.
I come from a place where summer vacations meant cousins from Honolulu would come and stay at grandmas and we’d play all day long while the grown-up talk.
I come from a place where for fun; we’d make tunnels in the tall grass and make tree houses as a kid’s only club -house.
I come from a place where after school; we’d all walk home together if you lived down the same way.
I come from a place where sleepovers were lots of fun and often times a way to play hooky from school.
I come from a place where grandma’s house was THE BEST PLACE TO GO. 
I come from a place where grandma always had candy and treats for us after school.
I come from a place where as kids, grandma would spread the futon on the living room floor and all of us kids would sleep together.
I come from a place where if you got hapai in high school you were very SHAME.
I  come from a place where the smartest kids were the most popular.
I come from a place where popularity meant being pretty and on the cheerleading team.

Hanabata hush                                                            aluminum mangoes
Mango munchies                                                            green  dolls
Sour spankings                                                            chocolate caves
Sour shrills                                                                        French vanilla  futon







1 comment:

  1. Childhood memories ... places we love ... family and friends ... tastes and smells ... all of these just come to life in your writing! :-)

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