Third grade.
Colten Simper told me I was the best one.
I remember Colten Simper.
I remember he would chase me at recess and I would throw my shoes at him.
I remember the mornings when I was little, me and my sister would sit on the floor between the fridge and the pantry, and we would tell each other about the dreams we had that night.
I remember the mornings when I was little, me and my sister would sit on the floor between the fridge and the pantry, and we would tell each other about the dreams we had that night.
I also remember the day she got send to rehab.
I don't remember the day she came back.
I remember my first kiss and my first train ride and I remember the first time I saw my mom cry while she was giving me a talk about being nice to the other kids.
I remember laying in the snow for what felt like hours, watching the snow come down on me.
I remember I was 7 when I flashed the neighborhood boys because they wouldn't get off my playset.
I remember my aunts reading me Shel Silverstein on Christmas Eve.
I remember crashing into a boulder on my bike.
I remember the school field trips when even the parent chaperones teased me.
I remember my first time to the zoo.
I went with my dad and my second grade class and he taught me how to play the alphabet game.
I remember going to the zoo at 16 and still thinking it's amazing.
I remember the first time I cried at school was 7th grade when Garrison told me I was fat.
I remember people being surprised when I tell them I'm not in college, I remember people being surprised when I tell them I'm not in 6th grade.
I remember my first cheer competition and my first house and my first best friend.
I remember back yard water fights and front porch fire works.
I remember cuddling on the couch with my mom every morning.
I remember forgetting to get off the bus in second grade and crying when I realized I missed my stop.
I remember the bus driver was really nice and he took me back home.
And I still remember thinking that my skin was all that I was worth.
And I still remember realizing I'm more than that.
I remember,
I remember,
I remember.
I'm scared I'll forget.
And I still remember thinking that my skin was all that I was worth.
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Snapping so hard right now
Oh my gosh this is soooo good! A perfect mixture of bitter and sweet.
ReplyDeleteLove it so much.
^Yes I love the mixture of bitter and sweet. This one has feeling to it, a lot of feeling.
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