I remember, how could I forget?
I remember the time I crashed my bike. I remember the teenage boys who carried me up the street. I remember the whole neighborhood standing in my house bringing flowers and treats. That was the last time I rode a bike for awhile.
I remember my first crush. I remember when my friend told him I liked him. It was 1st grade. That was probably the first time I felt total embarrassment. I remember that it was none other than Nick Emery.
I remember when all my sisters still lived at home. I remember how sad I was when they all moved out. I remember when we would watch old family videos on sundays.
I remember the talent show in my elementary school music class where I mistook a C for an A on the piano. I think I played the whole song off key.
I remember my sister's first wedding. I remember most of us got sick that night.
I remember when I met my best friend in 8th grade.
I remember the morning my hamster died. I remember how sad I was because I wouldn't hear her running wheel squeak in the middle of the night anymore.
I remember the birthday parties I had when I was younger. I remember the friends I used to have who I barely talk to anymore. I remember wondering what happened between us.
I remember the first time I saw him exactly a year ago. I remember how I got huge butterflies in my stomach whenever I saw him after that. I still do.
I remember the times I have felt daddy by my side, even though I don't remember when he passed away.
I remember when grandpa called me "mommy's little shadow" because I would follow her around everywhere.
I remember some of the big things, but whats strange is that I remember almost all of the little things too. Apparently the little things seem just as important as the big things to me. At least that's what my mind tells me, because clearly I haven't been able to forget.
My mind tells me: I remember, how could I forget?
