Old Memories

The light blue mountain sky reminds me of old memories, playing in the waves on the beach shore, or seeing who can win the checkers game back at Papas. I remember the taste of honey as my parents gave me a spoonful every year for my birthday, and how exited I was to receive my first medal, gleeming in the bright, beautiful sun. Oh, how I will miss those days, but new and better ones await you. All you need my friends, is patience.