I Remember

I remember the scents of the autumn breeze. I hated that autumn breeze. It brought so many bad memories. I remember the music from that time frame. It is hard to love the music you loved back then. It just brings so much shame. I remember the feeling of humidity pressing against my poor red cheeks. The pain I felt back then had to of lasted for weeks. I hate the humidity, it brings back the hard times. I remember the years of my sixth grade year. Those days were filled with disappointment and tears. Don’t take me back, I will do anything. (This is an I Remember poem. I Remember was not an option.)