I remember...

This is an "I remember" poem that I had to write for English class. I was quite happy with the end-product. :) (it's about my childhood)

I remember the way we would run outside on a chilly December morning, so excited and gleeful, dressed up in so many layers that it took us half an hour to get undressed again. We would grab fistfuls of cold, fluffy snow, crushing it together to make snowballs, and then throw them at each other, squealing when we got hit.

I remember the way I could feel my blood coursing through my body at 90 miles per hour, right before I took a handful of the slippery, bright orange hand soap and ate it.

I remember the disgusting, anti-bacterial taste the soap left in my mouth for the rest of the day, making everything I ate taste horrible.

I remember waking up on Sunday mornings, to the loud Christian worship music that my dad blasted through the speakers of the old stereo.

I remember the musty smell, the nearly unbearable, sticky humidity, and the comforting clutter of the attic, that always seemed to hold hundreds of possibilities for new games and hiding places.

I remember the way my brand new baby brother felt; like a soft bundle of curiosity and love.

I remember running downstairs, full of energy, early on Christmas morning, and feeling the outside of my bumpy stocking, trying to guess what Santa had left me.

I remember the delicious, warm, gooey pizza bagels loaded with mozzarella cheese and pepperoni that my mum used to make us when we got home from school.

I remember stepping onto the bus for the first time and seeing what felt like hundreds of scary, disapproving faces staring back at me. 

I remember hugging my mother's warm, comforting leg for dear life when I was introduced to a new kid my age, who looked just as terrified as me.

I remember hearing the loud, tuneless, incessant cry of crows who sat right outside my window, and wondering why they sounded so angry, so early in the morning.

I remember the feeling of awe and jealousy I got when I saw my friend's gigantic, play room that was filled to the brim with beautiful dolls, brightly coloured board games, brand new, shiny toys, and even a pink, plastic hairdressing table.