Growing Up Written by: Danny Garcia, December of 2003

You were always there to tell me how, You were always there to help me out, While you were behind the wheel, I had just learned the meaning of a dollar bill, You grew up and I was left behind, I wanted to be just like you, but I was too busy digging rocks out of my shoe, I was a pest and you were the best, We fought all the time, and when something broke I would whine. I never could admit that you were right, but you were still there with out a fight. You were always there to squash the bugs, you were there to help repair mom’s mugs, you were there to throw me over the puddle, when I tried to cry you kept me so very subtle. For this, brother I owe you all, growing up we had a ball. (This email was submitted by Danny Garcia on Monday, June 28, 2004)