I remember being daddy’s little girl
The excitement I’d have as
He’d bring me “amakip kip” after work

I remember learning the alphabet
A for apple, B for banana, C for…

I remember hitting puberty and the
Uncomfortable feeling as older boys
Started looking at me with lust in their eyes

I remember the smell of new stationary
Constantly peeping into my waltons box
With the anticipation of going into the next grade

I remember Mrs Sherwood, my Grade 2 teacher
And the stories she’d read to us during story time –
I’d get transported into a different world