I remember the night you tried to teach me how to whistle. I never could quite get it right but my attempts made you smile. I really liked making you smile.
I remember when I first had Pop Rocks. Sitting on my best friend's driveway, imagining all the things we were going to do together. The possibilities were endless. But then we ran out of Pop Rocks and I went back home. We still talk once in a while, but it's not the same.
I remember the summer when my lips turned blue. We were playing with the hose and I got too cold. I still can't figure out how it happened but it was then that I decided I wasn't meant to play with the other kids.
I remember him trying to teach my how to catch. It was hot and all I wanted to do was retreat back into the house where the A/C was roaring. I wish I didn't give up so soon and complain so much. That could have been a fonder memory.
I remember when I still liked blowing dandelions. Thinking maybe my wish really would come true. And on all those birthdays. I don't remember all the moments, but I do remember the hope inside, that hope that things would really change this time.
I remember him and her and the girl I used to sit by in choir. The creek where we used to go to play, and I would say I wasn't afraid, but I was and you knew, so you grabbed my hand and said let's go to the park instead. I remember what he said to me the day before he had to leave. It was simple and I still hear it every day but I'm terrified one day I will no longer remember.