Some Of My Favorite Times

            We’d get in Mike’s maroon van during seventh period and listen to The Colours all the way to Point Defiance. Sun shining off everything. In the park we took off our shoes and climbed trees. Down the cliff face, at the secret tree fort by the Sound swinging over the water on a strand of rope until someone slipped on the clay and we all got wet. We recorded songs in the back of the van for the girls with us. Life like guitar riffs and rolled down windows. Tacoma streets spreading out like the sun glinting off the waves.