I Remember

I remember walking on dirt and blacktop roads when I was a little kid barefoot in the hot Texas heat.   

It was so long ago but I remember all the wonderful smells of apple pie cooling in the neighbor’s window, the hard rain hitting the tin roof and the smell of the fresh air. 

I remember all the things I use to love to do when I was little.  Play with horned toads, slimy grass snakes and doodle bugs that go so very slow.  

 I remember hot summer nights where I longed to go indoors to the cold air conditioning. 

 I remember the beaches in the south with the hot waves and white sand so different from the Northwest. 

I remember.....