Perfect memories.
There are such things as perfect moments. I know this, because I have experianced them. I've decided to write about some of them, for many reasons, mostly selfish ones. I'd be sad if these things ever fell completely from memory and I know one day I'll be old and barely remember what I had for breakfast, so I go-- In the name of documentation!
I was six years old and in Tennessee for what could possibly be the last time, since I have not been back since. It was late June, early July and it epitomized everything a young country summer should be. We were visiting my Moms family; This is the only memory I like reflecting on of them since so much has happened since then, and not even fights, just people have died and it seems everyones health is failing.
The Fourth of July. The piece de resistance of all memories.
The entire day was oddly "All-American." We spent the day at the lake, but I wasn't allowed to go in because of some snake [Which upon researching, is pretty scary. Water Moccasins are unfriendly bitches.] My cousins and neighborhood kids just chased each other around, we flew kites, I ever remember picking flowers and putting them in my hair [And I wasn't even going to San Fransisco. Go figure.] Afterwards, the ENTIRE community turned out for this huge pot luck picnic. We spread out blankets, ate, drank sweet tea, talked and I saw my first fire works show. It was so pretty, I remember being in absolute awe that what I was seeing was even possible. It seemed like we were out there forever, and I ended up falling asleep in my moms lap. Those days I actually maintained a normal schedule though, so it was probably only on the virgin edge of nine. I remember being put into bed and muttering out a sleepy goodnight to my mom when she kissed me on my head and fell right back into the kind of sleep that only youthful innocence permits.
Whoever said highschool would be the best years of my life was grossly misinformed. I miss being wee...
I was six years old and in Tennessee for what could possibly be the last time, since I have not been back since. It was late June, early July and it epitomized everything a young country summer should be. We were visiting my Moms family; This is the only memory I like reflecting on of them since so much has happened since then, and not even fights, just people have died and it seems everyones health is failing.
The Fourth of July. The piece de resistance of all memories.
The entire day was oddly "All-American." We spent the day at the lake, but I wasn't allowed to go in because of some snake [Which upon researching, is pretty scary. Water Moccasins are unfriendly bitches.] My cousins and neighborhood kids just chased each other around, we flew kites, I ever remember picking flowers and putting them in my hair [And I wasn't even going to San Fransisco. Go figure.] Afterwards, the ENTIRE community turned out for this huge pot luck picnic. We spread out blankets, ate, drank sweet tea, talked and I saw my first fire works show. It was so pretty, I remember being in absolute awe that what I was seeing was even possible. It seemed like we were out there forever, and I ended up falling asleep in my moms lap. Those days I actually maintained a normal schedule though, so it was probably only on the virgin edge of nine. I remember being put into bed and muttering out a sleepy goodnight to my mom when she kissed me on my head and fell right back into the kind of sleep that only youthful innocence permits.
Whoever said highschool would be the best years of my life was grossly misinformed. I miss being wee...