I attended a Family Writing Night recently at a local school. Our assignment was to write an "I Remember" poem. Here is mine.
I remember the pine trees that separated the field from the road, the duck pond where we would ice skate in the winter, catch frogs in the spring, and fish during the summer. I remember the long walks between my house and my best friend’s house. Sometime we would ride our bikes, if a tire wasn’t flat.
I remember my best friend, Debbie, who would be my maid of honor thirteen years later. I remember the sad day that her mother died from breast cancer, when they did not have the treatments we have today. I remember Daddy Joe who would take the neighborhood kids fishing in his old jalopy.
I remember playing hopscotch after drawing the squares in the dirt. We each would find a special rock to throw when it was our turn. There were the many games of hide and seek, under the porch, behind tall trees, and in the neighbor’s garden. Playing jump-rope, especially double-dutch was lots of fun.
I remember fried chicken for dinner after church every Sunday. It would be piled high on my grandmother’s large flowered platter. There was always a fresh apple or blueberry pie to go along with the fried chicken. Sometimes there would be oatmeal for breakfast, full of lumps. It was the long cooking kind, not the instant varieties we can buy now. I remember eating Wheaties as a change up from the oatmeal. It was called the “Breakfast of Champions”. There was always a sports figure on the front of the box. I remember pouring whole milk, not 2% into the cereal bowl.
What do you remember as a child?