These are photographs of my life, my past, my friends, a few relatives, a little bit of my history growing up in my town of Yuma, Arizona. And, here's a poem expressing my childhood . . .
Children We Once Were ©
Pamela Carvajal Drapala
Children full of life, innocent faces full of grace
Swing sets, monkey bars, and a relay race.
Abundance of energy, enough for two or more
Colored kites and balloons on strings that soar.
Oh innocent children, you are so pure and meek
Kick-the-can, mother-may-I, and hide-and-go-seek.
Catching a seven-day locust and climbing up a tree
Running thru the open fields untouchable and free.
Embrace this enchanting gift, precious children
Take the time to savor the moment now and then.
Dreams of discovering a treasurer on the ground
Cartwheeling, biking, skating, and merry-go-round.
Hugging your friends and sharing an innocent kiss
Capture this moment, it is an opportunity not to miss.
Crunchy peanut butter sandwiches and a cup of milk
Touching a flower petal whose surface feels like silk.
Laughing, giggling, and take these precious minutes in
Jumping ropes and hanging down from the jungle gym.
Cool raindrops quenching your soul on a warm summer’s day
A gentle breeze blowing cool air from the east while you play.
An extra candle on your cake symbolizing another year
Make a wish my dear friend and let out a big birthday cheer!
Vanilla ice cream and fruit punch, and all your brand new toys
Chattering children having fun, many girls, and many boys.
Listen to the music in your hearts and listen to your songs
Time it passes quickly, this moment will not last for long.
Getting a quarter for the ice cream delights down the street
Secret clubs and guessing games with new friends you meet.
Go ahead and collect your favorite lizard, bug, or toad
It will not be long before you are traveling down life’s road.
Take pleasure in sleeping in until the middle of your day
Enjoy playing in the muddy waters and squishing gooey clay.
Children soon those things that you now perceive
Will only resemble a dream or even make believe.
Black and blue bruises from playing much too hard
With your bestest friends in your own back yard.