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.