memory

I understand why people move to Florida, if just for the memories which summertime brings. A quick glance behind me at the sunshine, grass, trees and the birds chirping took me back to standing in my front yard. I was ten at the most standing on a railroad tie that separated the ashfalt from the lawn in a hot pink tank top with double singlet straps. I was happy, it was warm, school was out, my parents were home. I can't recall my actions prior or my plans after but right now I can still feel the sun beating upon my shoulders and the giddiness that only comes from being carefree.