I remember when my Dad taught my brother to smoke.
I remember the house that I lived in when I learned that things are not always as they seem. I loved that house.
I remember playing cars and star wars guys for hours with my step brother.
I remember wanting to go to a movie with a friend, and not having a friend to go with.
I remember the excitement of my first trip to New Orleans.
I remember seeing Martina Navratilova play tennis.
I remember hastily grabbing all my belongings from my fathers house while he was at work. I knew I would never go there again.
I remember Susan’s last breath.
I remember the first time I met my husband; I don’t remember falling in love with him.
I remember the book mobile that came out once a week.
I remember the smell of the orange groves in central florida.
I remember Super Cat.
I remember when my Dad cried - when our dog died and when my grandmother died. He said he cried when my Grandfather died.
I remember her laugh.
I remember the warmth and safety I felt in her hugs, even as she got older.
I remember when my Mom bought me $50 Guess jeans, when she was strapped for money.
I remember the road trip to key west with my Mother.
I remember my mother sitting in the cardboard box and riding it down the stairs and how I laughed watching her.
I remember both of my first kisses.
I remember the first time i thought I needed to lose weight.
I remember when my first child was born.
I remember my first airplane ride.
I remember my godmother singing amazing grace at my grandfathers grave in the springtime. I felt like I was in a movie. I remember her brother singing Old Rugged Cross in the church.
I remember eating deer steak, pork belly skins, and frog legs and those things being normal.