Childhood:

'Tweet tweet sing the birdies'

My grandma use to say

Blue jay and red robins feed 

From seeds in handcrafted bird houses my dad made

God blessed his hands he always would say

Days spent dressing my grandpa's thin hair

Shared breakfast on Sundays

Hot dogs and eggs

Tuna fish sandwiches cut in half

Nachos and ball park franks at Anaheim stadium

Walks around el dorado's duck pond

Drives down to mothers beach

Knott's Berry Farm in the summer time

Session passes to Disneyland

Where I spent every Friday night

Clam chowder in sourdough bread bowls

Chocolate dipped ice cream cones

Grand opening of California Adventure, I was there

A Build-a-bear at Christmas time

Tortilla factory gave free samples

A bug's life almost made my mom pee herself 

Sharon's doing I'm sure.

Which reminds me, note to self:

Do not ride a Ferris Wheel with Aunt Sharon again

She rocks the boat

Bulsachika on Saturdays 

Where I got stuck washing out wetsuits

Palm Springs the week of Memorial day 

The pool that dyed my hair green

Where my grandpa taught me to swim

Where my father cannon balled me into the deep end

I was a grown up when I could play cards in the cochella room

The cliff house on the last Saturday night

Painful memories I'll never forget.

Why do childhoods go by so fast?

And whose to eat my egg whites now?