Some of these memories go hard..
Like a time machine they take me to the point I remember..
Riding my bike home before dark..
The evening sky in 1989..
Full of magic..
The summer mornings..
Where I get up right before the sun rises to play Nintendo with a blanket wrapped around me like a cape..
And a bowl of cereal with only milk left in it..
Just me and the legend of Zelda..
Summer days at the river with my friends doing nothing and everything all at once..
Playing football at the park all day..
Playing basketball all night..
Popping fire works on the 4th of July..
Talking to my bike telling it to go warp speed..
All at once this aura of memories hits me while I am driving back home..
It was a song on the radio that made them all light up again..
It is possible to travel through time..
All you have to do is remember..