Remember.

I remember playing in my dads old room. I remember the way my grandparents old house smelled musty & like and old people. 

I remember the the holes in the walls cause you got mad again. 

I remember listening to James Taylor on road trips. 

I remember all of your old girlfriends and the scary mermaid tattoo. 

I remember the way I took care of my hair  on the day of school pictures in 2nd grade. 

I remember the yellow dress I wore on the first day of 8th grade. 

I remember when dad lost his job. 

I remember the first time I heard my brother swear. 

I remember when I broke my arm. 

I remember grandma's piano.

I remember the first time I failed a test. 

I remember all of my history teachers.  

I remember when I sang a duet and accidentally coughed in the microphone. 

I remember when we almost moved. 

I have a love/hate relationship with being nastolgic.