#12: Memory of a Photograph

I have a photograph of my little sister and I covered from head to toe in mud. We have what used to be white helmets hanging off the side of our heads, arms wrapped around each other, and big goofy smiles on our faces. We had just gotten done taking our new go-kart for a spin around our huge horseshoe shaped driveway. It had rained earlier that day and we were taking full advantage of the numerous puddles. After accomplishing dipping through every puddle, we parked and scrambled up to the porch to present our new appearances to our parents. When I look back on that day I just feel warm inside. It was one of those perfect days. I've gotten a lot older since then, my appearance and body has changed, but I still feel as though that childlike spark still burns bright inside me. That day could never be reenacted, only remembered.