What I Remember.

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Author Note: Throughout this poem, I used one letter to keep names and places hidden. Just because I feel that things in life should be a mystery. I hope you enjoy my first poem. Thank you loves!

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What I Remember.

By: Landy Aleman

I remember my first love, R.

The day I took the entrance exam at QOP High School.

The day the doctor told my family

that my uncle has cancer,

and only has a year to live.

I remember my first break up

getting into my car

driving with tears streaming down my face.

the day I found out QOP High School was closing their doors.

the day my first dog died.

I remember my first crush, X.

the day I began playing the piano.

the day I was told to major in business.

I remember my first best friend, L

getting awarded the Vicariate IV

Youth Leadership Award

by the AOC.

my first "A" I received in French Class.

I remember my first cell phone.

the day I started to play the saxophone.

the first day of high school at QOP

I remember the day I left my second grade class.

the day my friend said she was going to the navy.

the day I moved back home.

I remember going to the National Catholic Youth Conference

the day I first played tennis.

the day I started to play the violin.

I remember all my ballet recitals

my first friend in high school, L

the day I got my drivers license

I remember my first kiss.

the day I lied about where I was going.

the day I thought I met the one

the day I tried out for the talent show.

the day I found out my guy friend liked me

the day I got my second dog.

I remember junior prom

junior year homecoming

going to my ex's homecoming

I remember going to all the american football games

going to QOP's last basketball game ever

driving for the first time

I remember going bowling for the first time

going to Winter Wonderland for the first time

going ice skating for the first time

I remember the first day of college

the day I won my first tennis match

the day I played the guitar for the first time

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