My memory is absolutely awful
Seemingly though, the only things I seem to remember are the most random and unimportant
Maybe they are important, maybe they define me
Maybe my mind is trying to tell me something

I remember being four years old, moving into my new house
The house I spent the biggest portion of my life in
I remember holding my dad's hand, walking to the park
The vibrant red and yellow colors are vivid in my mind
This was when I was truly happy, I had no cares in the world
I wasn't paranoid like I am now, I was just so unaware of everything going on
I was laughing, my short red hair radiating in the summer sun

I remember my first day of school ever
I remember being so lost and confused
I ran to the playground, so unaware of where I was supposed to be
What I was supposed to be doing
Kids filled the playground, as I sat facing away from it
My head in my hands
I turned around and in front of me I see a girl
This girl 1 year from now would be my best friend for five years
I don't remember anything else from that year but that.

What is my mind trying to tell me