First Memory

The first memories of mine are in the back of my mind Every picture I see takes me back to those scenes The old yellow house the couch and the chair the forts I would build and the stories we’d share. Making our pictures, stretched out on the floor, painting things nobody’s seen before. From a new house, to a new baby brother, my world was changing but always for better. From the first day of preschool in my favorite dress now being ready to take the SAT test. Views always change the older you grow you always find someone to show.