Like a child...you remember // but I forget...all my dreams

I love to watch children bowling. Especially the mad excitement of a birthday party; with all the noisemakers and scattered excitement watching the ball creep down the lane and tipping over the pins.

I love when I buy socks or boxers or a shirt from Kohl's, putting them away in a drawer and then coming back to them in a day; smelling them and immediately racing back in my mind to school clothes and those dreaded, yet anxious days before the leaves fell and the bell rang.

I love my friend Kelly, who swept away her entire Tuesday afternoon to take me out to the arcade and pay for dinner and adventure through our separate but united childhood of games and laughs. She may be the most caring person I have ever met in my life. She gives without the slightest thought to her own well-being. I stop here as I have no desire to clinically dissect this magical moment.