Some of the things that I want to remember

I want to remember that I hated it when I started working 8 hour days, and that when my kid come home tired and grumpy I shouldn't yell at them.

I want to remember just how it felt lying on the uncut grass every spring reading a book, before all the bugs and before the sharp leftovers of grass clipping dug into my elbows.

I want to remember picking animals out of the clouds while the smell of the lilac bushes above us waffed over our heads.

I want to remember picking raspberrys and having to run away from the canes because of mice and bees.

I want to remember Smokey and Mr.M winding their way through those canes, happy to keep you company on a hot summers day as you worked.

I want to remember sleading and hitting a little sappling that wouldn't give up, flipping the slead and sending us all down the hill head over heals.

I want to remember swimming in the swamp and winding garder snakes through my hair, stealing the malard egg only to have it blow off the deck and smashed to bits on the cement.

I want to remember tracking moose in the bush, making my brother eat dear pellets because they looked like chocolate.

I want to remember finding the only horse that would let me ride her bareback dead in the snow, and how she looked rotting in the spring, all blotted with maggots crawling out of her eye soccets.

I could go on like this all afternoon and recount my entire childhood, but I would rather not.

perhaps tommorow.