It was shiny in a blue sky.
I remember the first time I saw a school bus.
It was yellow on a dirt road.
I remember the first time I saw a deer.
It was brown in the woods.
I remember the first time a bee stung me.
It was red and flashing.
I remember the first time I saw a tornado.
It was going round and round….in greenish-yellow clouds.
I remember the time I saw my first child born.
It was glowing pink.
That’s all I could make out thru the tears and laughs….
It could have been diamonds, I guess…
I remember the first time I made love.
It was yellow, red, blue, black, white, and golden; with sparkles and heartbeats.
I remember the first time my Dad hit me.
It was black and purple mixed with red stripes.
I remember when my wife told me she wanted a divorce.
It could have been hell, I guess.
I lived there for a while.
I remember the first time I went to Disney World.
It was gold and magical silver; loud with fireworks and screaming.
He was as tall as the sky and walked funny.
I remember the first time I saw a dead person.
They were pale and the car was red.
It was also the first time I seen what “still” really was….
I remember the first time I saw a musical, it was “Carousel” I believe…
There were lots of colors and sounds, jumping and fighting and one guy had a knife…
I remember the knife more than anything else…and the look in his eyes.
The knife was silver and flashed this way and that…
His eyes had blue murder in them….
Pretend murder; but I think he has done it before….It looked soo real.
I remember the first time I saw a movie.
It was Old Yeller.
Old Yeller and a wolf got into a fight!
Mothers screamed! Dad’s cursed! Children wailed!
I jumped up! The wolf has rabies!!!
Nooo! Get away you egg stealin’ dog!
I cried when Travis had to shoot him.
I cried again after I read the damn book.
I didn’t know then that sometimes a movie can be like the book.
I remember the first time I saw a real mountain, the kind with clouds and ice on it.
I remember the first time I saw Texas.
I kept an eye out for red Injuns and tan Mexican bandits….
I remember the first time I went snow skiing.
The world was white, the clouds were light blue and the trees were blurry green; and got too close, too fast.
Fish are very curious and they like to bite the hair on your arms and legs….
They follow you around like a piece of glistening silver toilet paper stuck to your foot.
I remember the first time I went to Starbucks and willingly paid $8 for a cup of Java.
Not coffee, mind you…they said it was called “Java”.
I told them that I thought Java was a computer programming language that is concurrent, class-based, object oriented, and specifically designed to have as few implementation dependencies as possible….
The blank stare told me that I was misinformed, evidently.
I could have made the same coffee for a $1 at the truck stop, but Starbucks has cool stuff and their coffee has groovy yuppie names, so….
What the hell, you only live once, right?
I remember the first time I wrote a story.
It was about a vengeful, ghost Indian that was protecting the Kolomoki burial mounds that are in my hometown.
I got a C….
Look at me now, Mrs. Salter….I’m a famous blogger!
It was bluish-white in a purple sky with little stars everywhere….
I don’t know why it kinda frightened me.
They say the ancient Egyptians seen it first, but I don’t believe a damn thing from anyone that worshipped cats…
I have seen time pass…
As of this moment I have seen 50 years, 1 month and 13 days…
Seems more like 26359200 minutes to me….and counting.
I remember the first time I saw a teacher burst into the classroom and say “President Reagan just got shot!”
The teachers face was white and my face was ash gray…
We both knew that the pinko Commie bastards would be coming soon…
I just wanted to share with y’all some colors, sounds and texture of my life.
I am sitting here in my truck waiting for the sun to come up.
I hope it is golden; that the sky is blue, the grass is green, the cows are fat and the cats don’t make it across the highway….
Thank you for your patronage…
It was golden.