Memories

Memories are special. They let us remember that one special moment where nothing else matters, that moment of the day where you gaze off and check back into reality so happy nothing van affect you. One memory was my first day of kindergarten, it was a breezy summer day, I remember jumping out of our minivan and snatching my mom's hand as I hopped over the bright yellow crosswalk lines. The squeeze of my mom's hand as I finally let go, the flash of the grey Nikon camera she used to take the picture if my sister and I in front of the bright red tile wall. Or my first trip to Disneyland as a family. The dark misty weather let my tired swollen eyes tell me it was still early outside. Not knowing what was going on I fallowed the footsteps of my mom and stumbled into the back seat of our 2001 Honda Odyssey. The car was filled with luggage and my two older sisters looking as tired as I was. Shorty after we were on the freeway my parents told us we were going to Disneyland. Another fond memory was when I was six years old. It was my very first soccer game and I remember it like it was yesterday. The smell of the freshly cut grass and our crisp blue uniforms. The sharp sound of the whistle that started our game. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't have one good memory. Those are the memories that I cherish.