Remembering

I remember when I used to hurry to bed before dad came home, and was hopefully asleep when he did.

I remember hiding out back, behind the house. Waiting to see whether dad was in a good mood or not, in case I was in trouble.

I remember fighting for my brother and cousin, over something so small.

I remember those first few moments when I was the hero, even if only to those who didn't think me stupid.

I remember bringing a friend home and talking about the normal stuff.

I remember when everything was bright first thing in the morning, and hopefully the evening too.

I remember lying awake at night, psyched about the next day.

I remember crying while pretending to be strong.

I remember being free.

A/N: the first person to write "Hallelujah", or "Amen" in their review gets visited by me and my trio of persona at midnight tonight!! (I'm Not kidding!)