Memories

    Memories of the past linger within, occasionally surfacing to make me long for days gone by. Some are good, some bad, but all are cherished deeply.
     Memories of passion, and of pain; of happiness, and of sorrow. Of days spent sleeping in the sun, and hiding from the rain, or feeding ducks in a park, peaceful and quiet. Of days spent sitting near a mountain stream, listening to the sounds of the forest around me. And memories of a girl I once knew, and the times we shared.
     All of these I remember, and many, many more. If only I could return to those days. But, I must move on. Those days are past, and there are many more memories to be created!