Swing Set

            I remember the swing set where I fell and cut open both of my knees. Funny thing is, I don’t remember the pain, just a kind of fascination and terror at the dirty blood that seeped out. Same way I don’t really associate the emotion of happiness with my memories of you, but instead the little feelings that happened one time or another, like the time I got chills from the spray of a fountain though the day was hot. Of course I can recite the facts of what happened, but in my mind memories perpetuate themselves strangely and incompletely.