I love October, November, and December.
I have so many memories associated with those months.
My first Halloween party was in preschool and guess what my mother dressed me up as.
I had the feathers and the chicken head.
I looked like a miniature big bird.
My mother says I picked that costume out.
That story always makes me laugh.
I threw up in my costume that day because I ate too much candy of course.
Even as a child I was prone to make my whole class stare at me.
I didn’t care though.
All that mattered was the candy I was bringing home.
That didn’t matter, I love when she tells me that story because It takes me back to a time where all I cared about in life was dressing up and candy.
November is great for me because when I was a child in school we would have Thanksgiving meals.
The parents would cook for us and we would have a smorgasbord of multicultural meals.
I would eat so much.
My mother on Thanksgiving would cook for us a Dominican styled meal.
The pernil, the Arroz de moro, the potato salad, and the list just keeps going.
Takes me back to a simpler time, when the family was united and the world wasn’t lost, at least for me at that time.
Christmas, oh boy.
I loved it because my family would get together, adults would drink some wine.
Us kids would drink juice, soda, and have lots of food.
The table would look beautiful with that big Dominican meal.
I would play holiday music all day long.
They had the holiday movie specials on t.v.
These are memories I will never forget.
These months bring memories to me that I adore.
This is a time in which the world stops being cynical and becomes innocent.
For the next three months, I’ll be a child in an adults body.
An adult looking through the lens of innocence…