I am a product of myself

Ramiro Garcia, Creative Writing

No. I don’t know what being taught how to ride a bike by your dad feels like. Yes. I had to scratch my knee on the concrete to learn what balance is. No. I don’t know what being taught to play baseball by your dad feels like. Yes. I had to be the “little guy” next to my brother learning how to play. No. I can’t relate to those cheesy comments every dad makes to their kid on how to pick up girls. Yes. I had to get rejected and laughed at to figure out the ways. No. I don’t know what it feels like to be questioned everyday on how my day at school went. Yes. I have had to go over my day by my own. No. I can’t relate to those who  whine about their dad wanting to go to the same college as they did. Yes. I have had to deal with not a single word about college with my dad that isn’t “money”.  No. I don’t relate to those who are asked every year by their dad what they want for their birthday. Yes. I have had to remind my dad that my birthday is November 20, and not December 13. No. I can’t relate to those funny dad stories that end up with a hug. Yes. I have had to act like I know what that feels like every time someone talks about it. No. I don’t relate to those who say their dad is their hero. Yes. I am my own hero.