So many memories. Some I still remember. Others I have forgotten. I was sitting at my desk, and I was reminded of the neighborhood pool. It wasn’t my neighborhood. It was the neighborhood where the girl I had a crush on lived. I had just started to drive. I can feel the wet cement under my bare feet. I can feel the painted gate in my hand. I had to wait there for her to come over to unlock it for me. Only residents of the neighborhood had keys. I had my shirt off and a beach towel hanging on my neck. It’s been years since I’ve remembered this memory. So real for me still. So many lives I’ve lived.