Memories

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.