Remembering

I remember him taking me in his arms and telling me nothing would ever hurt me. EVER. He'd rock me back and forth until I fell asleep. I remember the lonely nights. Mom would chill my blanket outside because that's how I liked it, then she'd sing softly to me.

I remember wishing on dandelions. The full ones were my favorite.

I remember playing games and trading Pokemon  cards with my brother. I'd never play Zelda with him, but I never got tired of watching.

I remember Daddy's and doughnuts. I would bring my grandpa, and the cinnamon sugar ones were my favorite.

I remember the first day I met my sisters. I was wearing cheetah print sunglasses that were too big for my face, and an old Michigan T-shirt with a green fish on it. My sister Natalie was three at the time. She was terrified of me.

I remember when having a crush was a big deal. Boys didn't break hearts, and kisses were chocolate.

I remember telling everyone I knew that I had a big mouth because I thought it was an honor.

I remember thinking I was cool. I was the best singer, writer, pianist, and reading poems was easy for me because my poems were beautiful.
I remember wanting to grow up. My big brother was my hero, and I wanted to be just like him.

I remember fires with my family.We'd roast grapes and star-bursts. My sister would wear her cat in the hat sweat shirt, and we'd sing songs all night. 

I remember the first time a boy kissed me, I hated it. First kisses were suppose to be at the perfect time, with the perfect guy, in the perfect place. I remember promising myself I would NEVER do that again

I remember the first time I went on a date. I was wearing a blue and white striped shirt with a mustard cardigan. My hair was pulled back in curls, and I was terrified. What if I make things awkward? What if I mess up? What if he tries to kiss me?

I remember old Christmas's with my family. I'd watch the Muppet's Christmas Carol with my sister until midnight, and then wake up early to watch a Christmas Story with the rest of my family. We'd go through our stockings before our parents woke up, the smell of cinnamon wafted from the pine-cones in the tree.

I remember when Justin Timberlake was going to marry me. 

I remember a lot, but sadly not everything.