Ryan McNicholas


Remember - Poem by Ryan McNicholas

I remember when I bumped my head, while hitting a basketball with a bat and it bounced back and hit me in the head.
I remember my first concussion; I felt a warm stinging sensation down my spine.
I remember the first time I seen my Dad cry, my uncle died and a single tear streamed down his cheek.
I remember my first no-hitter; my arm felt my arm was a live untouchable rocket.
I remember singing with my brother for the first time, and I felt the stage fright weighing down my shoulders.
I remember my favorite pair of shoes, Power Rangers with the White Ranger on the front.
I remember my first time down a slide; the red twisted one at Vittum Park.
I remember my first homerun, as it soared 205 feet over the left field fence at Hickory Hills baseball fields.
I remember my first concert, Lynyrd Skynyrd and ZZ Top at the United Center when I was eight.
I remember my Aunt always making a Hulk Hogan shaped birthday cake every year until I was seven.
I remember the rush and relief of making it down state for the first time for wrestling in ’04.
I remember having the flu on vacation, and vomiting on my Dad in an elevator.
I remember marching every year in the Southside Irish Day Parade; I swear my eyes turn a shamrock green that day.
I remember my first tattoo last year; I can still feel the needle dragging across my spine.
I remember my first love, with her melting smile and her strawberry-blonde hair.
I remember singing Twinkle-Twinkle-Little-Star to my Dad every night when I was a toddler.
I remember the great feeling of embarrassment and disgust that ran through my veins, the day I was arrested for the first and only time.
I remember the first time I heard music, as Marvin Gaye’s “Heard It Through The Grapevine” rang through my ears.
I remember the heartbreak I felt when I had to put my dog Maggie to sleep as my eyes balled in tears.
I remember the day my Dad told me, “The day a man raises his hand to a woman, is the day he stops being a man.”


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008



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