I remember falling off my bike the day before we left for Disney. I remember holding onto the handle bars while my knees scraped across the ground. I remember I didn’t cry. I remember that was a first.
I remember the night I hit my first and only grand slam. It was the same night O.J. took his Bronco out for a spin for the last time.
I remember how at one point in my life, all of my pants were too short.
I remember football on the front lawn. Burgers in the backyard, and herbs on the side of the
house. And I remember walking away for the last time.
I remember the car accident, and walking in the front door of my house to find out that my parents had planned a surprise party for that very same day.
I remember a million poor decisions. I remember a month of insomnia. I remember consistently getting in trouble around my birthday.
I remember every single word to every song from Aladdin.
I remember sneaking into the fridge to eat the swirl out of the promise margarine container.
I REALLY remember putting my finger on the iron, my finger in the socket, and my thumb on the scissor blade.
I remember my friend Danny. He’s still around, but by the time he found drugs in 7th grade… he was already gone.
I remember dancing around in the kitchen with an empty Tostitos bag on my head just to make my sister laugh. I remember she told my science teacher.
I remember that sunblock mom bought my sister and I that burned our skin when we put our faces in the water. I remember the worry on my mom’s face as she tried to make it stop.
I remember watching David Copperfield fly. I remember lying on my lawn for hours trying to make it happen.
I remember everything as a little better, a little brighter, a little funnier than it actually was.
