I Remember

I remember tears coming out from underneath her eyelids, like beads of glass.

I remember being taken on a field trip to a pizza parlor when I was in preschool. The chef gave each of us a piece of pizza dough to play with. I have memories of walking around all day with this slowly hardening piece of pizza dough in my pocket.

I remember my parents sitting me down to tell my my great grandmother had died. I was 11 and it was September of 1986.