becomingbrandenite me and that

So, lately I’ve been thinking tons about being a child. Here is a list of memories I love to remember:

Climbing in trees (a specific tree on a fence) and making it all the way to the top to make a nest of leaves.

A small patch of moss on the other side of the fence, where I found a baby rabbit, that died a week later when I kept it.

Rollerskating.

A huge weeping willow tree in my front yard and the summer nights of catching lightening-bugs around it.

The entire neighbors grown up farm that was like a jungle, with no poison ivy.

The white horse and the black horse that lived there.

The bridge on Idlewood Rd. about a 1/2 mile from my house.

The time I touched a slow moving train.

The time I seen my first fire-ant.

Jaycee lake.

My other neighbor across the street who had a sweet pond.

At the end of my fence behind my house there were giant roles of plastic mesh that I believe to have magic powers and was my castle.

A small outdoor shed-like shelter that was halfway underground that I believed to have trolls dwelling inside it, therefore I never went inside of it.

My dog Yukon.

Learning to skip to Paula Abdul’s Straight-Up Now Tell me tape.

These are memories I am fond of and will even think of when I leave this plane of existence. I miss them and I want them back.