I remember when my family and I
built our house seven years ago.
I remember how we lived in a camper
for five long months.
I remember how we only got three minutes
of warm water when we took showers.
I remember when 9/11 happened
and no airplanes flew over for a week
when we were in the camper.
I remember my brother and I played in the mud
and sometimes got stuck.
I remember my brother and I played
in a giant hill of sand that was for the drain tile.
I remember when my dad tipped
his Bobcat going down a hill.
I remember that I always loved going
to the Laundry Mat to watch cable TV.
I remember that all of our items,
except for our clothes,
were kept in a big, black semi-trailer.
I remember that every meal we ate,
was made on the grill.
I remember watching TV on a little,
I remember when my brother and I
played with Hot Wheels in the rooms with carpet.
I remember when my mom locked the camper
with the keys inside of it.
I remember my brother and I
slept on the fold-out table.
I remember when we finished building our house
and I got the bedroom on the right in the basement.