I remember...

I remember a time when I was too young to know or care or know about adult problems.

I remember grandma giving me her old bread to feed the birds with, at the beach.
I remember all those days at the beach. Feeding the birds, grandpa would push me on the swings, Dad would let me bury him in the sand, mom would buy me fun dip from the snack shack, and grandma took me out in the water.

I remember when I was scared for my life.

I remember when I was a princess.

I remember the day I got a brother.

I remember my excitement at the smallest magical moment.

I remember 9/11. I remember the spirit that can be felt at ground zero, even today.

I remember a broken metatarsal breaking my dreams. I remember not letting that stop me.

I remember winning and winning again.

I remember feeling the stress and pressure, then the elation of when it all paid off.

I remember meeting my favorite celebrities.

I remember the best parties of my life.

I remember the worst fights.

I remember when I turned sixteen. I was in Disneyland acting like a six year old. It was one of the best days/weeks of my life.
I remember, just last night, dreaming about the future. What will I remember then?