Elena
I could have watched her for hours. I had two cartons full of cascarones (empty eggshells filled with confetti) that Grandma had saved for me. When we arrived at the park, it was pretty much empty except for the older crowd. The older kids were throwing the frisbee, and Elena stood and watched from the sidelines. I cracked an egg in my hand and tousled her hair with the confetti. She squealed in delight and then realizing that I had more, held her hand out for another one. One ended up becoming two cartons. She would peel the top off very carefully, look inside, and then dump the confetti on the ground. Little empty egg carcases littered the ground around her feet. It wasn't until after almost all of the eggs were gone that I realized that I could have sat there in the back of the truck and watched her empty those eggs like that all day. Something about it was so innocent and sweet. I miss being that young and full of such childish curiosity, the wanting for more, and a yearning to discover new things without any fear holding me back.