Things We Forget

I’d relive 22 — messy, impulsive, and unforgettable.

I’d go back to that year when every friend lived within walking distance.

Nah. The past is in the past. I’d prefer to keep it that way.

I’d go back to when I was brave enough to dream without the looming fear of failure. Maybe 4 or 5.

I’d relive the night my friends and I drove around too fast with no destination, just laughter and thrills. We were so young, we thought we were invincible and would…

I’d relive the thrill of my first dance with my first real crush. It was awkward, but I was too smitten to notice.

I’d relive the first time I stood on stage for a play — nervous but proud. My first time auditioning, I secured the role of Gladys in The Best Christmas…

I’d relive the last day of school — that wild sense of freedom in the air. A whole summer was ahead of us, and we were more than ready.

I’d go back to when my imagination was louder than my fear.

I’d relive the nights I fell asleep in the backseat, the quiet murmur of the car rocking me to sleep while my parents drove home.