I remember myself, age five, sitting on a porch overlooking a very muddy road. The day was rainy. I was wearing rubber boots, yellow - no, not yellow, green - and for all I know, I'm still there.

I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that... day.

I remember sitting with John,

I remember wearing the big oversized baseball and basketball jerseys and Timbaland boots. I was a tomboy growing up. I recently caught a picture of myself, and I was like, 'God! What was I thinking about?'

I remember the N64 coming out. That was a beautiful day.

Memory is the first casualty of middle age, if I remember correctly.