Flashbulb Memories

The life and history of a 30-year-old
South Dakotan woman
in New York City.

The best day of my life was my fifth birthday. I woke up to the sound of the mower running. I got dressed and walked out my front door. Everything smelled of fresh-cut grass. A colorful donkey piñata was sitting on our door mat. I made my way around to the backyard finding my mother fixing streamers to our chain link fence and my father pushing the lawn mower. They both looked so happy. Mom walked over and picked me up. My father turned off the mower and wrapped his arms around us both. I can’t imagine ever experiencing anything better.

8 months ago