Monday, May 12, 2014

Remember when

I remember being young. I remember feeling old. I remember juice in church and stain glass windows. I remember pig tails and sea shells. I remember when cops were the good guys. I remember kindergarten crushes (dalton Williams). 

I remember when lying became easy. I remember playing hookey. So I could stay home and build forts. I remember swimming pools and shark attacks. I remember pouting until I was given attention. 

I remember driving for the first time with two feet. I remember learning how to drive stick and then forgetting all at once cause your hand brushed my knee.

 I remember trying. I remember being a tom boy. I remember mud fights and Friday night lights. I remember football and basketball rinse and repeat. I remember three point shots and pre school shots. I remember the grade school chants: 
"Totally for sure, I just got a manacure,
The sun, I swear, is bleaching out my gorgeous hair, 66. 44. I don't even know the score, my make up is smearing I just lost an earring.... " (so on so forth)

I remember the seniors. (Sophomore year.... Mmmmm they were fine) I remember moving. I remember play dough. I remember make up and house. I remember reading and re reading Rachel Hawthorne. I remember being shy I remember playing spies. I remember skinny dipping and dumpster diving. I remember the scents. 

I remember justin Bieber.. 

I remember donkey kong and Mario kart. I remember falling off my bike and then for you. I remember chasing butterflies. I remember getting butterflies. I remember facebook. I remember dr Phil and Oprah. I remember thinking my uncle was just best friends with his room mate. I remember brats. I remember feeling pretty. 

I remember Billy Mayes. I remember miss said lyrics. I remember all the singles ladies getting higher. I remember the hits and the misses. I remember the control. I remember our games. 

I remember losing my phone cause I never used it. I remember calling my grandma from the back porch instead of on the phone. I remember the razor,  the chocolate, the sidekick, and the black berry. 

I remember not being tired.

 But I'm starting to forget. 

And I don't want to forget.

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