I remember playing basketball with my grandpa.
The way the bonfire’s ash hung in the air.
And how the aroma of sunscreen lingered in my nostrils.
I remember the watermelon we ate.
Like we picked it from our backyard.
The basketball’s touch as it rolled off my fingers was a rocket taking off.
I remember the sunlight reflected off the backboard
How the glare made it hard to shoot.
Each time I recall this memory I am happy.
remembering this makes me glad he visits us.
Playing basketball with my grandpa was one of my favorite childhood memories.
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