I remember the day my sister was born.
I remember playing hockey in the middle of the street with my brother.
I remember Roy Rogers on sunday mornings with my father.
I remember kickball in the schoolyard and recess.
I remember being a crazy, fast runner.
I remember not worrying all the time.
I remember not being allowed to walk around the block.
I remember my mom always being there to pick me up from school.
I remember worrying about what other people thought of me in high school.
I remember having my first cigarette.
I remember how hard and how worth quitting smoking was.
I remember the first time I thought I fell in love.
I remember Mr. Panse my 3rd grade teacher.
I remember wearing courdoroys.
I remember how not fun high school was.
I remember getting my first job.
I remember the swings at rath park.
I remember the smell of the hot dogs and peanuts walking through the city around christmas time.
I remember the first time I met my boyfriend.
I remember the moment I fell in love with him.
I remember the first time I decided to live life to the fullest and just worry about making myself happy for once.
I remember the look on my parents faces the day I moved out.
I remember the look on my face the day I moved out. : )
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