the
lullaby my mother use to sing to me
the way
grass feels on my feet when chasing
lightning bugsbeing wedged between my dad's side and the back of the
couch when he was watching
nascar on
sunday afternoonbeing dragged out of my sister's room by my
ankles because I wanted some attention
the first time I held hands
my first real
rock and roll concertthe time I realized that my parents may actually be smarter than me
being
snubbed by my best friend
the realization that I am a good
artisthow it feels to break up
the first taste of
freedom when the family
minivan leaves campus freshman year
how much I wanted my parents the first time I got sick at
collegebiactine on a freshly
skinned kneetaking a nap in the grass
discovering something new
swimming in fresh
riverswaking up
the way
oatmeal tastes when it's hot and burns
closing my eyes to a song and feeling lifted away
daydreams
being rejected from
art schoolgetting a
bear hugcompliments