Down by the bay.
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I needed this
there’s nothing like the breeze of the ocean, the sounds of reggae street musicians and a burger and shake to brighten up a girl’s day. After two long weeks of slaving away and dedicating my soul to retail, I finally had a day to myself. A day to remind myself why I love city that I’m from.
I’m going to make this quick,
I’ve been a Heat fan my whole life, since you know I’m from and raised in Miami. Yes, I’m disappointed in the lost, yes I’m upset they played like they didn’t care. But maybe it just wasn’t their time, and that’s okay.
Remember in 2005 when the team made it all the way to the eastern conference finals and they lost in game 7 in Miami? Well, the next year they won the championship. I don’t think people understand but this is this teams first year playing together, and it’s still amazing that they made it all the way to the finals.
I’m standing by my team like I did those six years ago, because I’m keeping the faith that by this time next year they’ll be bringing the trophy back home to Biscayne blvd.
I swear the calls in this game were so irritating, now we all know what team the referees are really favoring for in this series. Doesn’t really matter because Miami ended up being victorious at the end thanks to Wade and his perseverance and poised play, he really knows how to achieve under pressure. But, it’s not over yet, two more wins Miami and then we all get to party on Biscayne Blvd!
I just love my city, at this point I just want to be there all the time. I know this is nostalgia at it’s greatest but, all I want to do is go back and relive the years I took for granted.
Nothing but a Memory.
Today I drove through a park in a very unfamiliar area; the area wasn’t the best and the park grass was yellow and brown with ton of open land that seemed like it went on forever like an ocean. As I glanced at the horizon I noticed a hill; it was wide and tall and almost two feet away from it was an old wooden beaten down barn, the park was completely abandoned. In that moment I felt as if I had a strange connection to this place I’ve never seen before. I turned to my mother and asked if I’ve ever been to that park, she laughed and said “Yes, we used to bring you guys there when you were really young.”
Almost immediately a flashback ran through my mind of a little girl running down that hill, teaching her little brother how to do the same while watching her parents set up the picnic mat on top of the hill. My heart sank, I must of been no more than six years old and still this blurry memory appeared to me by just the glance of an almost unrecognizable park.
These are my childhood memories, the ones that have been trapped away in the back of my mind.
