Victoria
Humphrey

I think back to when I was little. I remember walking around barefoot in the yard, feeling the grass inbetween my toes and the unevenness of the soil. I remember feeling the sunbaked concrete of my driveway under my feet. Hearing sounds of the birds and squirrels while I pick tiny flowers to give to my mom later. Running in the rain during a summer storm. As a child you appreciate everything because it is right there in front of you. But when does that all stop? When did I stop appreciating the things that were in front of me? Was it the moment when I decided that my hair was too frizzy? Or the time when I thought my eyes were too big? Or not being skinny enough? When did I stop seeing what was in front really in front of me?  My ideas and thoughts changed. They were no longer recognizable