I Remember

I remember birth.

I remember innocence.

I remember the days of old; rather, the days of youth.

I remember preschool, the pool, and popcorn chicken.

I remember swimming lessons. Mom was so proud.

I remember beating up defenseless children

as the bully of the playground, the respected.

I remember the best show ever, Blues Clues.

I remember my stash of matchbox cars and hot wheels.

I remember innocence.

I remember leaving Ohio.

I remember getting my sisters in trouble.

I remember my phobia of rollercoasters.

I remember innocence.

I remember young love.

I remember young love as pointless.

I remember sixth grade.

I remember innocence.

I remember junior high racing past as I briefly closed my eyes.

I remember missing a good lunch.

I remember choir.

I remember my first sister leaving.

I remember the second one leaving.

I remember being alone.

I remember guitar.

I remember the desire I had to learn songs that I now know.

I remember my tastes in music as they progressed.

I remember the first Metallica song I heard.

I remember getting turned on.

I almost remember innocence.

I remember chasing my dreams.

I remember waking up this morning

wondering if it's worth it

wondering if I can make it through the day

wondering what people think of me

I remember the words of my father.

I remember rebirth.