Down Memory Lane

I remember hay in my hair.

I remember my first kiss, we were at the buses and he accidentally kissed my ear.

I remember acne

I remember listening to elvis on on my walkman.

I remember hiding in my room at my dads and him coming in to ask what was wrong; I always said I was tired.

I remember singing hymns with my grandma

I remember biting my nails

I remember Michael Jordan

I remember kissing my husband until 11 on the beach, ignoring my mom’s angry phone calls.