I remember...

I Remember...

I remember the sound of cars buzzing by,
the humid July nights looking out into the ocean.
I remember city lights bright as day,
lit up with sounds and moving pictures.
I remember the stuffy ballet studio,
filled with people ready as ever to rehearse.
I remember standing up on the promotion stage,
celebrating completing six years of elementary school.
I remember playing hide-and-seek in the dark,
behind sock drawers, and in closets.
I remember plunging into yearbooks,
laughing about our year.
I remember the orange and auburn Autumn,
the smell of burnt coffee and freshly copied papers.
I remember the crowded streets of San Francisco,
shoving our way through zillions of sightseeing tourists.
I remember fisherman’s wharf,
the strong aroma of seawater filling the air.
I remember the Fourth of July,
fire-crackers, popcorn and the scent of hot dogs.
I remember laughing our way through life;
pretending that we’d never grow old.