Last Year

LAST YEAR

Memories flood back. . .

Nothing too special. . .

But very clear. . .


Everytime I hear "I Can't Sleep" by Clay Walker

Or the remake of "The First Cut Is The Deepest"

By Sheryl Crow, I remember how. . .

Crying over losing the shot-put at a track

meet. . .

I remember how. . .

P.E. was actually fun.

Everytime I put on Sheer Freesia lotion I

remember how. . .


I wore that stuff to school everyday last year.


Buying three or four packs of gum to chew during

P.E. thinking I was cool because gum isn't

allowed.


I remember being crazy at my 14th birthday party.

I remember when Valerie was still here.

I actually liked school.

It's weird but I can remember last year clearer
than any other time.

before highschool. . .


I remember how. . .

I didn't worry how I looked so much.

It was fun to watch cartoons.

It was ok to act silly.

I can remember how last year smelled, sounded,

tasted, looked, and felt.

I feel like I won't ever have that again.

But as long as Sheryl Crow and Clay Walker

keep singing and as long as I never run out of

my beloved lotion, I can keep 8th grade with me

forever.