I Remember . . .

(This was created in a ten minute writing exercise in rhetoric class my freshman year of college. The assignment was to write for ten minutes off the prompt I Remember... I liked what I wrote so I saved it.)

I remember Redwood Trees. REM once sang a song about that. Does that mean they pine for California? Or nature? Or something more pure, more true than they themselves are? Bands usually sing of some lost love or some pure ideal yet they themselves have been tainted by popularity. Whether it be drugs, sex, or money many find their life failing the more popular they get. I remember . . .

I remember the church that was two blocks from my house. I remember my fifth grade science project to collect bugs. I remember the girl that lived on the next street. I remember the two of us trying to collect butterflies in the field next to the church. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember spending an afternoon running around the field with large Tupperware bowls trying to snare the flying beauty of the winged insects. I remember spending four hours together and only catching two bugs. The lesson of life I learned in that field changed my life forever. I still desire the days of childhood innocence and a carefree life. There were no worries, only fond memories. The pressures and agonies of growing which seemed so cruel actually were quite trivial. The biggest care was what do I play today? Or who do I play it with? In the small microchasm of yesteryear the pressures of responsibility vanished.