I remember I was a dark rose in a stone garden.
I remember being asked to my senior prom. A week before the prom my date changed his mind. To this day, I still don’t know why. Maybe something better came along.
I remember running into a friend at the mall, telling him my sad story, and his sweet offer to escort me. I remember he owned his own white tux.
I remember my mother taking pictures of us at the front door.
I remember my date’s car stalled in our driveway. My parents drove us to his parents’ house so he could borrow his father’s car.
I remember eating our prom date meal at Red Lobster.
I remember being so flat-chested that my nipple popped out of my strapless mint green dress. Some things never change.
I remember we arrived after the crowning of the king and queen.
I remember the movie Carrie, when the bucket of pigs’ blood drenched Sissy Spacek, covered her peach-colored prom dress in red.
I remember having more fun at the after party than the dance, watching the sun rise over sleeping houses.
I can’t remember the name of my date. Can barely picture his face anymore.
I remember wondering what the big deal about senior prom was.
(This is kind of an old poem created out of a writing exercise. Write down 10 "I Remember" statements and see where they take you.)