Mama, remember the other days ago when our friends saw a lion and then they said, "Oh! That's not a lion, that's Sweetie!"
Mama, remember days and days ago when Julia was a witch and I was a baby ladybug in the wagon?
Mama, remember when we heard this song in the car and we were going to Pumpkin Day with our friends?
Mama, remember the day when I was a baby and we played in the leaves outside?
Yes, Sweetie. I remember.
I love New England autumns and I love you.
Your so-called memories most likely stem from pictures you've seen time and again.
But me? I will always remember.