i remember this happening once before this once.

i remember this now.

i was telling mister as we went through the tunnel under the drive, remember when we went this way before and you would get so excited and run to the light and bound up the hill? and he looked at me eyes glittering and he did it again, he ran up that hill, and when he got to the top i tossed him an apple, and this is what i find so beautiful about life, remembering and rejoicing in the memory now.

we remember this.

remember you remember me. we remember everything.