Remember

There is always something worth learning in the soft fabric of this world, always something worth seeing. Remembering your first kiss, warm, soft and timid. The first rain drop, how it tickled running down your face, remembering how the rain sounded on the tin roof, like a comforting song. Remembering running free in a hot jungle, building forts with your brother and sister, then coming home and seeing the look on your parent's face saying "They made it back". Getting run over by bull calf, bucked off a mule, rolling your brother down the side of a hill in a 55 gallon drum watching as it bounced off of boulders. Running into a barbed wire fence at a run and getting your belly tore up as it slung you back a few feet. Sticking your tongue out and catching your first snow flake. The joys of growing up.

By Mvan