I remember pet rocks.
I remember kissing Heather Burton after school in her walk-in closet in fourth grade & her lip gloss the flavor of Fruit Stripe gum.
I remember shooting the rabbit with the BB gun & the way it leapt & twisted.
I remember my second cousin's bikini top slipping off in the pool at the summer family reunion and pretending I wasn't looking.
I remember the beer cans hidden in my father's workbench drawers.