Reflections from my childhood

Honestly, I was never that crazy about school. If given the choice I might have been a 2nd grade drop out. There are a few things I remember well. One of them is this poem

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Sometimes just out of the blue that poem pops in my head. Amazing, considering I have trouble remembering my grocery list, phone number... etc.... I also will never forget To Kill a Mockingbird, Are you there God its me Margaret and the lyrics to Play that funky Music White Boy:)