I remember being little and me and my sister would go rollerblading around the neighborhood.
I remember my family having sock fights in our family room.
I remember playing magic school bus with April and Julie in the car while Jakob played t-ball.
The smell of swim lessons every summer.
Primary, achievement days, young womens.
I remember playing in the snow with my siblings until we couldn't feel our hands anymore.
Then coming inside to a warm fireplace and hot chocolate.
I remember game night.
I remember playing barbies in Julie's room for hours at a time.
Falling asleep to the sound of my wind chime with an open window on a summer night.
Ice cream cones melting, night games, and lots of sun.
Milk chugging contests and the sound of girls giggling at lunchtime.
Swinging, swinging, as much as I could before the school bell rang.
I remember April pulling out my first loose tooth.
And I remember how I never thought that I would ever be old enough to go to college.
Being in high school where my whole world was simply running and friends and sports med.
What to wear?
What to do on Friday night.
So many good, friday nights. and saturday nights.
And games. and meets.
The feeling of working so hard and being so in shape.
Running, running, running.
Then my eyes open and and I am here. And it's all just a memory. My memories. My momentary childhood escape. A daydream reminding me to never grow up, because it really does happen
way
too fast.
