I must have been 8 or 9. I’m standing on the edge of a cornfield, my cousin’s home to my back and the cornfield in front. The dirt a clotted and rather dry, so August maybe. The corn taller than me. I don’t know why I was standing there, or why I was alone but I had such a feeling of contentment. It was awesome. I’ve never forgotten that moment. I only had one other moments like that. Just pure contentment.

Same question what is your favorite memory?