I remember driving my grandpas golf cart into the bar-b-que filled with our steak dinner that night.
I remember my kindergarten teacher who taught me how to paint and create when I was just 5 years old.
I remember my old grandma I mean she's still alive but I miss the old her you know.
I remember my brother running into my room after his first kiss and turning on my bedroom light and flickering it until I cracked enough emotion for him to vent a little.
I remember riding my bike to the colorful painted states alone and crying on the swing set when you left.
I remember my daddies old pick up truck and how proud he was of it.
I remember watching my brother paint again after two years and crying because he couldn't anymore.
I remember when I ate every dinner on my tramp because I could not stop bouncing around.
I remember the day I attempted to paint my trampoline pink with one bottle of nail polish.
I remember throwing catch after school everyday with my older brother.
I remember our old dodge ball team.
I remember the sweet taste of big league chew that you would share with me on road trips.
I remember my doggie Lily and how I never got to say my last goodbye.
