I remember sardines soaked in mustard while my sister read A Great and Terribly Beauty out loud.

I remember the imaginary horses in front of our van that I would drive with my dad.

I remember my sister moving into her own apartment and leaving me the shower and an extra fifteen minutes to sleep in each morning.

I remember my first crush. His name was Kyle.

I remember the moment I heard of my niece’s birth. I played “Isn’t She Lovely” by Stevie Wonder on the stereo.

I remember the game of Scrabble I received for Christmas one year.

I remember the certificate I received when I graduated from speech therapy. I brought it in to my second grade class for show and tell.

I remember the sting of the rocks at the end of my fall of the slide on my 6th birthday.

I remember falling asleep on the hammock, only to be woken up by a crabb apple falling on my stomach.

I remember the ambulance ride after breaking my leg. I was cold, even though I was covered with two blankets.

I remember falling asleep in a museum and strangers asking if I was okay.

I remember the rain turning into wet snow that never seemed sure if it liked its solid state.