Memory Glimpse

My earliest memory is of sitting in the back, right seat of my mother's car, listening to a Garth Brooks tape. Outside the window, trees rush by and the sun is casting golden light over everything.

I feel incredibly content, and the music is making me excited. I have memorized almost all of the words, though I have no idea what they mean. But still, they give me a sense of well-being and warmth. My brother is in the front seat and my mother is driving, but they are blocked off from me by the tall seats. The back seat is my sanctuary - where I can be alone, look out the window quietly, and absorb what is going on around me while contemplating what is going on within my head.

Image Credits

First Image: J-izzle

Second Image: Jün

Third Image: G0Da

Fourth Image: smushed_cow

Fifth Image: Jeff Wheeler