I remember when it was easy to call someone your best friend regardless if you just met that person or knew her for a long, long time.

I remember when we used to stay on the phone until our parents told us to get off not once, not twice but three times.

I remember when we always had something to talk about, even if we just repeated things and it never bored us.

I remember when we spoke about what happened in school that day and encouraged each other to make the honor roll.

I remember when we promised to be friends until we were old.

I remember talking about our future husbands and planning how many children we will have.

I remember our goal establish our careers together.

I remember when you gave me a scarf and mittens for my birthday. And by the way, I still have it.

I still have the teddy bear with the birthstone you gave me. And still smile when I remember our time at the

mall in Virginia, when we tried to gobble down a big bag of M&M’s.

I remember supporting you at your graduation.

I remember talking to your Dad over the phone.

I remember so much more and always will.

Living within the city surrounded by green things and concrete is a great asset to all living beings with creative imaginations. While the melting pot is steady boiling with flesh from all walks of life and tongues from across the world God is steady working the imaginations of the people- oh, what is that? A tall giraffe!

See, we just hoped off the air plane. We went to Manhattan to see Despicable Me and our imagination was running high!

Nothing was the same anymore.  The Bronx had become a different world in the time we were gone. All of sudden, at the end of the block right  in the big city was a pond! The gold fish was very much alive and not to far ahead were bull frogs. The trek through this jungle- some people call it the concrete jungle- was nothing but fun! We passed waterfalls and fat pigs. We saw sheep and even monkeys of every color.  A brown car was a pony and the dog sitting in the window was the African Wild Dog. The city was made for colorful noise. And there was no place we went that did not hear the colorful noise and transform to something more colorful than before.