I remember the cornfields, how each stalk would tower over you by August. I remember the narrow roads that stretched into the distance over countryside so flat it felt like it was taunting you. I remember bonfires. I remember midnight walks with Anne, talking for hours and staring at all of the stars that weren't visible when I lived closer to the city. I remember riding in the bed of John's dad's Gator, how he'd drive it so fast down the hill in his backyard and then take the turn so quickly...
