Sit by the Daffodils

A Story by wishystar

Remembering the little-kid days...

I remember before, so seemingly minutes ago, though truly years ago. I remember "walking" with little feet, in a little penguin-waddle-like way to go out on the porch. The memory of clutching to Daddy's hand, fleeing from the bees, is so clear and pure, I can hear the buzzing near my ear. I remember sitting on the steps with my sister and dad to have Mom take a picture, and seeing the bright sunshine behind her.

I don't just remember summer, I remember winter too. The cold, calm days passing by slowly. How it snowed, and when I came back from preschool my sister and dad had built a snowman, complete with a scarf and a carrot for a nose. Wearing puffy coats, thick mittens, waddling around in little boots.

And even though, I might feel so close to those days, I miss them so much.