By Vernelle Lyles, April 11, 2013 — My mind wanders back to yesterday – the yesterdays when I was funny and energetic. I recall the days I played with my sister and friends in a small street in North Philadelphia. We loved to run up and down the narrow street, laughing as we attempted to reach our goals near the end of the area. I can recall the sun shining down on us as our legs made moments of happiness, taking us to our playful destinations. At some point our family urged us to enter our home and the family affairs that kept us close to each other. I recall lingering over my dinner so I could delay becoming engrossed in homework which was one of the most important events of the evening. My mother and grandfather gave my sister and I attention as we struggled with our multiplication tables and finally placed our eyes on reading our elementary literature.
