I Remember

Submitted for my first assessment in Creative Writing at university.

I remember tearing the seam in my favourite pair of black jeans.

I remember the sheer speed of the car pulling me further in to the seat.

I remember the colossal bridge, its toy train and the field painted in oil behind it.

I remember the skylights in the bedroom that only let me see the clouds.

I remember the sticky ice cream we shared, dripping over my knuckles.

I remember the colourful striped sheds, surrounded by lawn chairs and card games.

I remember the calm, cleansing air the waterfalls gave off as we hiked upwards.

I remember hurrying over the river in the dark, dimly lit by orange streetlights.

I remember the aftertaste of paprika on the back of my tongue.

I remember the glow around the white cliffs as the boat cruised along.