David A Zaffino

Changes

Changes I carried popsicles, green, red, blue, orange, and yellow. They weren’t frozen yet, but I figured I would have ample time to turn them into their complete state seeing how I was on my way to another new family. I remember pulling out of the driveway, the sound of my grandpa's old Cadillac creating enough pressure on the ground to shoot a couple of stray rocks towards the neighbors’ yards, the smell of leather and cigarettes tainted the air as I rolled my window down to enjoy the summer breeze. I wasn't sure how I felt at the time and maybe I still don't. To be honest, most of my childhood is a blur, but there is enough to piece certain events together to paint a picture. Now that I am much older and have had experiences of my own I can relate the feeling in my stomach as I left my grandparents’ towards my new adventure. How I felt walking up to my first day at a new job, butterflies seeming to be trapped in heavy steel cages as they fluttered around my stomach or when my children were born and I held their little finger in my hand the thoughts of the future whirling around in my head.