This picture reminds me of so many things, when i was little. The main one was when I used to stay with my grandparents in Ohio, now I was born there but moved to Detroit a year after I was born. Since my birthday is four days before Christmas my cousin Antyon, my grandpa, and I made it a thing just between us three, we would get in the snow on the morning of my birthday and make angels. I loved to do that so my cousin would always say we should do it everyday til Christmas. I remembered those days, when I was young my grandpa and my cousin was my best friends sometimes the only people I would talk to in my family, my other cousins didn't like me and I didn't like them they were always mad because I wouldn't talk to them. If they were mean to me I would tell my papa and they would get in trouble, but when he wasn't around they would do stuff to make me mad. So he tought me to stick out my tounge at the time I was only like three. A little after I turned four me and my mom moved to San Antonio and so did my aunt and her kids which included Antyon. Moving there was a big change and I was always bored, my cousin was really old almost in high school at the time so he really didn't have time for me, but every night he would call me before I went to bed to tell me goodnight. After a while I couldn't go to sleep without talking to him. Now my papa is old and we can't do the things we used to but everyother year for Christmas I go see him, and we started something new, we started to eat oranges. He peels them but he never forgets to take all the white stuff off, then we eat them. On the other hand my cousin is in jail for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, he's been there since I was ten and prolly wont be out til im 20, but the memories are still there, I always write him and keep him informed on whats going on. I miss the old day and now im about to graduate, im not ready to grow up, if I could make a wish it would be to do those things one last time.
