Memory......

I must have been around three to four years old, and I know that because I remember waking up in the smaller bedroom. This means that my sister had yet to be born. I woke up with the sun and my elbow itched like crazy. There was nothing really remarkable about that morning (except for the fact that the sun was shining in Portland), but I thought to myself, I'm going to remember waking up this morning. And I still do.