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I remember walking to school, under the bridge and watching children playing in the woods.
I remember the first time I visited the shop; it was packed with sweets as an older man cleaned the floor with a mop.
I remember the times when running outside to play; friends were plenty, and life was gay.
I remember my parents telling me off. I cried and did the same again then hid for hours in the rain.
I remember those long days at school. I never learnt because I was a fool.
I remember my first fight! I won but never slept that night.
I remember all these moments of life, a journey that imprints these scars in my mind.
I remember my first paper round; it was hard with all the doors to find.
I remember playing ‘Street Fighter’ in the arcade; no one could beat me as the queue grew outside.
I remember eating fish and chips; the salt and vinegar still touch my lips.
I remember my first kiss; she tasted of garlic as my leg shook on the concrete bricks.
I remember the time when I got my first job; it was hard to do a 40-hour week.
I remember my first girlfriend; Amanda was beautiful with her cheeky cheeks.
I remember all these moments of life, a journey that imprints these scars in my mind.
I remember playing in a snooker tournament; I let the man win because he lived in an old skin.
I remember dancing in the night clubs; it was fast and furious with music that felt insane.
I remember my first mobile phone; it was a ‘Motorola‘ and had a crazy ring tone.
I remember all the exciting holidays – they were memorable and full of exciting things.
I remember everyone I meet; it stays with me, like the cars in the street.
I remember every word I wrote; maybe someday they will tell a story or a joke.
I remember because I want to remember – all the things that make me old.
