TOURIST

THIS IS WHAT KEEPS ME GOING.

I remember when I stayed up all night with my brother putting our Lego set together. I remember when my dad would take the kids and we would pretend the car was a rocket ship and drive crazy.

 I remember when me and my brother would sleep in the kitchen. I remember when my siblings and I would fall asleep on our pull out couch, watching Peter Pan.

I remember when I traded my friends a Chalamander for a Charizard. I remember when my brother was the Pokemon trainer and I was the Pokemon. I remember when me and my friend Ben found a snake in my back yard and had my dad catch it so we could touch it. I remember the tree in my backyard that I would climb everyday. I remember the pop machine down the road. I always got root beer.

I remember when my family was poor but we were happy. I remember the lights when my dad would take the family for a ride when life was moving too fast. I remember the door that had a chime because my brother would steal my parents money and stick it into the hole in the door.

I remember when life was simple and all I had to worry about is what I wanted. I remember when my friend gave me a Chinese dagger and I chopped off all my sister's barbie doll's heads and then I accidentally stabbed my hand. I remember when I went to kindergarten and at recess I would swing on the swings and stare at the sun.

I remember when I would go camping with my dad and there was a moose outside our tent. I remember when I caught my first fish on my own. I remember hiking at night with my dad and watching the stars.

I remember when we would go over to my grandma's every Sunday. I remember when my aunts and uncles weren't mad at everyone. I remember Thanksgiving dinners and BYU football. I remember my dad coaching tee-ball. I remember going to work with my dad and getting bored until I found the water dispenser.

These are some of my memories. Nostalgic.