By: Deja Sawyer

Stuck on the grounds inhabited by the Sawyer family, I sit and ponder on the porch of 1250 N Lockwood. I watch the Cadillac with the 22s ride pass, the occasional hoopdies, and the rare up-to-date cars like Infinity trucks and hybrid Toyotas.
My mind drifts off at this point, imagining all the things the world could offer; all the possibilities and limitations. My mind drifts to my childhood and my remembrance of sitting on this porch at a mere age of six. I remember the barrettes my mother put in my hair. Making that clacking sound as I walked and scratching my neck as they dangled. Click, Clack, they would go as I played double-dutch with my cousins. “Slow down,” they would say, “Deja you jumping too fast!” My barrettes would gradually stop Clacking as I lowered my speed on the rope.
I look over to the street and watch the Cadillac with 10s ride pass, the occasional hoopdies, and the rare up-to-date cars like Chevy Impalas and the Ford Taurus. My mind drifts off at this point, imagining all the things the world could offer; all the possibilities and limitations. My mind drifts to my childhood and the remembrance of sitting on this porch at a mere age of twelve. I remember the beads my mother put in my hair. Making that shaking sound as I walked and this time no irritation as they dangled. “Hurry up!” “Here come the bus, Deja!” my cousins would say as I cruised the streets of West side Chicago. I look out the window on the bus as my heart gradually stops racing from the sprint I just made. I watch the Cadillac with 20s ride pass, the occasional hoopdies, and the rare up-to-date cars like the Chrysler 300C and Honda Toyotas.
My mind wakes from my imagination at this point and with eyes wide open I see all the limitations. My mind stays still and I remember what brought me to this point.
My eyes gradually close, mind begins to ponder, and I imagine all the things the world has offered; all the possibilities and this time no limitations.

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