If you remember real hard, you’ll remember.
A moment when life took place above your head.
A summer picnic with mom and dad and all the people from dad’s work, I don’t really know how many.
There were hamburgers and hot dogs and jello pops and grownups who got drunk.
And, cold sodas in metal coolers and we’d steal the ice and throw it at each other.
And, each year, a tug of war between the men that everybody waited for.
And after that, down in a mowed field, there was baseball and we children would sit on a hillside and watch our fathers play.
And, no one ever cheated.
And, it never rained on Saturdays.
And, everything was perfect.
Because, my memory say it’s so.