Childhood Memory

When I was growing up in Monterry, Mexico every Wendnesday night my entire family of nine aunts, uncles, cousins and friends would head to my grandparents house. The house my grandpa built with his own bare hands with love, that turned out to be the most amazingly big beautiful  house I've ever seen and you could acatually feel love when you're inside. I loved walking around the house and even though it was a big house you were never feeling alone, in every room you walked in someone was always there to keep you company so you can talk and you won't get bored. Wendsday nights I always looked foward to because I was around my whole family  that was crazy funny and I love that about them dearly. It seemed as if we were gathered as a family to party but actually we were always there for no reason but by the end of the night it felt like there was a reason.

Meanwhile everyone kept showing up at the time they would by the end of the night everyone was at my grandparent's house with the music on talking, laughing having a good time. My dad holding a beer in his hand talking about how in his prime days he was the best at playing soccer. My beauty stylist aunt giving my aunts tips on make-up and hair-do's, it was just such a vista I liked to see. The smell of freshly squeezed lemonade my grandma always made whenever we went over, and once everyone cooled down around seven o'clock was my favorite time of Wendsdays. At seven o'clock we would all sit in the living room and bring inside a huge table and my grandma would bring out a game we all loved to play especially me, it was a game we all could sit down and have our good laughs and yet we actually win money.

Loteria!! Was yelled out by my grandma and we all knew we were to go find a chair and fit around the table where ever we could even if others had to squeeze. To me loteria was the best game it had me close to my family and I always had such a blast playing it with them. I like to play the mainly beacause we would make jokes and on top of that since there was so many of us and we would play for ten cents a card if I were to win I would feel like I had won alot of money. My most memerable memories of my childhood were because of loteria for the reason that I was around my family and I always remember I couldn't stop laughing always being so determined to win so I can get money. To me at my grandparent's living room is where my best childhood memories are, playing games with my family and never-ending laughs.

 

My Name

My Aunt selected this name for me.  She chose this name as if she knew my taste even before I was born. My taste in unique with a little extra to make others and I think. Today still yet my name never seems to get old like I do every year. When someone calls me its different every time they add their own flavor to it.  Even when others say it is beautiful.  There are many versions of my name because people seem intimidated as if they are scared to pronounce it wrong. At times when my name gets yelled it feels like dirt. As if I made my name a shame. When around my family and I come up in a conversation all they can say is traviesa each time my name is said. When my aunt says my name she has nothing but good to say that I’m a good girl and so forth. 

There was many times when I didn’t like my name. In First grade I was displeased with my name that I asked my mom to call me by my nickname instead  which was kind of similar to my real name it was Dayis. For some odd reason I loved that name it reminded me of daisies. And Dayana reminded me of school on the board my teacher would have “days” written all over it so we can learn our days. I hated days of first grade year because I went five days a week and for long hours without seeing my mom. My name has a day in it and I guess it just got me irritated that even away from school I still had to see the word day. Years went on by and I began to get use to it I felt like it was the right size and color for me, six 6 and color red. But at times it turns pink to let others know they are pronouncing it wrong. Usually from pink it dazzles and becomes an ice breaker between another person and I. We start a lovely conversation that always makes me feel like I’m having déjà vu.  This year I am 18 and my name is still only brand-new.