Memoirs of a forgotten childhood

I remember watching two raindrops race against each other as they glided down my windowpane.I remember counting the number of days till my next birthday the day after my birthday.I remember forgetting my times tables, my directions and my shoes.I remember the day I saved my first penalty.I remember the day I scored my first penalty.I remember the days I lost matches more than I remember the days I won them.I remember catching feathers with my bare hands on cold days.I remember meeting and leaving my first friend.I remember shutting my eyes as the roller coaster embarked on its journey.I remember sleeping on the bus ride home.I remember the street lit football matches more than I remember the sunlit ones.I remember waiting at the door to jump out and scare a friend.I remember the fights, the fun and the innocent faces made in my school.I remember the forgotten homework, and the bizarre excuses made.I remember stealing mangoes from an old lady’s tree.I remember paying for stealing mangoes from an old lady’s tree.I remember climbing fences to play in the open fields.I remember running from dogs with football in hand and friend at heel.I remember the mud in our eyes and the smiles on our faces, the dirt on our shoes and our untied laces.I remember sitting on luxury seats we didn’t pay for at the movies.I remember to forget the school bell’s toll.I remember.