ABSTRACT
I don’t remember much from my childhood, since I have always had a horrible memory, but the few things I do recall are small memories. Memories like going to my grandmother’s house in the Bronx for Sunday dinner or waking up every morning in middle school to watch “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” while my mom cooked me spicy sausage and eggs. I find it important to honor those small memories. I have realized, over time that those small memories have made me who I am.
