The sidewalks were filled with the obstacles of wild berries, acorns, crunchy burnt orange leaves, families of pinecones, and fallen dark brown tree branches. I remember thinking “How would I ever be able to walk through this sidewalk if it is filled with so much blocking my way?”

My mom would guide me through the different paths I was blind to and help me overcome what I thought was impossible. The key lime green shirt I would wear on walks in the summer has now become a mustard yellow in my eyes. The things I thought seemed so big, ended up looking so small.

The different challenges I have faced, made me feel so blocked like a tall gray wall. Things that seemed impossible to let go of ended up washing away into the wind. Things I thought would never affect me, eventually seeped in. Memories I thought would fade away still manage to replay in my head.

People that once knew a part of me, now act like they don’t know what I said. The sidewalk looks different when I reflect on it now, what once was dark, gray, and alone is now bright, yellow, and found.