Memories Poem by Vi Lanflagle

As i look through the attic,
And all the memories it holds,
I can't help smiling to myself.

I look through the family photo album,
And i see myself at 5 yrs. old,
Pouting in front of a moving van.

I flip the page
And see me in my favorite shorts
With a scrape on my knee.
My two front teeth are missing
And i'm grinning from ear to ear,
Holding my newly wrecked bike.

I remembered that day.
I had been flying down the biggest hill in our neighborhood
And had been flung off my bike
After hitting a big rock.

Laughing i closed the book
And looked around the attic
Then thought,
I really do have some good memories.