Lost but not Forgotten

I slowly blink my eyes as I feel them swelling up with tears. I shake off the chills and pick up a pine needle.
I slowly turn the rough, green pin between my fingers as new memories come to my head.
. I'm around seven. My blonde hair and leaf green eyes give a vauge new memory I don't latch on to. I'm blowing bubbles outside near a beautiful forest. The crisp fall air rustle the leaves and my short hair.
. I'm laughing and having fun. Something I haven't done In a long, long time.
. I come out of the memory with a start as I notice I'm crying. I laugh a little at my self and sit up. One day, I might be able to forget. One day I might stop crying and actually enjoy my self. One day.