let the rain, fall down on me.
I’ll be the first to say I didn’t have much of a childhood. When I should have been loud and curious, I was getting yelled at for talking while Daddy was working. When I should have been out exploring the woods, I was packing my bags for the custody schedule change. When I should have been wrestling with my brother, I was in the car riding to his rehab appointments. So it’s not that I had a terrible childhood, it’s just that I had to grow up too fast and there wasn’t much time left to be a child. Memories are few and far between, but the ones that stick out are not only a reminiscent form for me now, but they were a reflective time for me then. Some of my fondest memories are just watching the people around me have a good time. When we were all kids, we used to go over my grandma Matthew’s house and play Nintendo upstairs. Brady was the oldest and the best at games. Micah was the next best. I, honestly, just enjoyed watching them play. I can even remember saying I wanted to skip my turn so that Brady could play.
I can also remember times at my dad’s house when Uncle Kenny and Dean Roberts were over. Those guys were just big kids together, and really, I think they still are, they just pretend to be grown ups. One specific day I remember, it was pouring rain outside. I can’t remember what we were doing outside, I want to say working on the house, but as soon as it started raining, we all went inside. A few minutes later, we notice that Uncle Kenny and Dean are outside playing in the rain. there was a downspout missing, and it was basically a waterfall. We all went out to play too. No cares, just general horseplay, holding others under the waterfall, splashing around, completely oblivious to the lightning around. These are the memories I cherish.