Things We Forget

I’d go back to being 8, when summer meant sprinklers, ice cream cones that melted too fast, and grass-stained knees.

I’d go back to the year when playground sets felt like entire worlds.

I’d relive age 6. During this time, the biggest thrill was hearing the ice cream truck rolling down the street.

I’d relive any year when I didn’t know how precious it all was.

I’d relive that last summer at the lake — sunsets, bonfires, no plans.

I’d go back to when my phone didn’t rule my life (I didn’t have one) and friends showed up unannounced to invite me to go sledding with them.

I’d go back to the year we moved away to say a better goodbye to all the friends I had ever made in the entire world.

I’d go back to the year we took that my family went to Costa Rica. To this day, it is the coolest trip I have ever been on. I was…

I’d relive Christmas morning as a kid when I was in 3rd grade. I got a microscope. Endlessly curious, I thought it was the best gift ever. It was, until…

I’d go back to college parties, but not for the drinks. I’d go for the friendships that felt eternal.