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I Remember…

I remember the fearful sound of my mom’s voice on the day of my first swim meet.

I remember my dad’s worn out red jeep.

I remember the smell of my grandparent’s warm, sweet empanadas.

I remember going to Pakistan and my dad bring a monkey home.

I remember the way my grandma would run away from me because I would throw avocados at her.

I remember my stepdad using the tip of a pocket knife to gently dig out my first splinter.

I remember how my mom cried.

I remember the color of my room, a very beige plain color.

I remember when I was told to wear scarf.

I remember learning sign language.

I remember how I always wanted to go out of state.

I remember the sound of the first note of music from when I saw my favorite band play.

I remember the feeling when my parents got divorced.

I remember when my sister was hit by a car and it looked like she flew.

I remember the moment when I knew I looked different from my all friends.

I remember the taste of fresh snow.

I remember when I got my first pair of Jordans.

I remember the way concrete would rub my knees raw and stinging when I fell off my bike.

I remember the soft tangerine light in the alley behind the apartment.

I remember fighting my teddy bear.

I remember the time I fell at a slippery sidewalk to the snow...in front of my crush.

I remember the smell of my grandma’s cooking.

I remember how fascinated I was when I came to America.

I remember the color of his deep deep blue eyes.

I remember the way cheering and gunsmoke would make my throat feel like sandpaper at every track meet.

I remember the sound of my sister playing violin.

I remember my beautiful blue eyed dalmatian.

I remember sunsets where it looked like the sky was bleeding into the water.

I remember the rush of excitement I felt on my first time on Raging Bull.

I remember the feeling of when I won my talent show playing piano.

I remember my first concert at Warped Tour and the amazing environment.

I remember the birth of my kittens.

I remember the color of my first chupa.

I remember skating for the first time.

I remember my guinea pig named Fluffy.

I remember how much makeup I love.

I remember the sound from upstairs to the basement.

I remember my house on fire.

I remember the sunny glow of pride whenever I won a race.

I remember freshman year of highschool as one of the best years of my life.

I remember when I was nearly kidnapped and luckily my friend Emmanuel saved me.

I remember the first game system I got for my birthday was a Game Cube.

I remember the moment I knew I wasn’t a scared child.

I remember the way I looked at my insecurities.

I remember the condescending face of the woman leading my first therapy session.

I remember the way my dog looked up at us when she realized she was coming home.

I remember the smell of his Granma’s house.

I remember buying my first pair of Docs (Doc Martins).

I remember the color I dyed my hair even though I loved my original hair color.

I remember my mother’s I love you’s after every argument.

I remember throwing a paper airplane at my 8th grade teacher.

I remember the feeling of hot chocolate running down my throat after coming in from the cold winter night.

I remember the feeling when I finally told everyone.

I remember riding an elephant.

I remember the way my mom would smile at me.

I remember the taste of my dad’s spaghetti.

I remember having an allergic reaction.

I remember dancing in the streets while everyone watched me.

I remember the tough times that made me who I am today.

I remember the moment I knew I wasn’t normal.

I remember the feeling of my heart beat racing after a scare.

I remember the sleepless nights from overthinking too much.

I remember loving a good thunderstorm.

I remember the feeling of my mother’s van running over our puppy.

I remember how much my grandmother suffered until she died.

I remember the feeling of hate when I met my stepdad for the first time.

I remember the way my family was rowdy!

I remember eating sour cherry pie made from the small tree in my front yard.

From the 826CHI Student Publication: Compendium Volume 6


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