Memphis roads were dismantled and rundown. The dead brown grass was matching the buildings. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes was evident throughout Graceland. Lisa Marie was as white as my Adidas ultra boosts when I look down. Beale Street full of the history of 10,140 blues artists while I listened inside the hard rock cafe. The band sang “tiptoe higher” which reminds me of my quiet, soft grandma saying “Oh, honey!” as I walk into her house. Mike Rose Soccer Complex was larger than a house you would find on Okauchee lake. My coach yells “Es hora de comer” as I drank my orange Gatorade before stepping out on the field. The thrill as I scored in the 90th minute of the Tennesse college showcase and hearing our parents yell “Goal!” was astounding as I am “built different.”