remembering.

A Planet Hollywood jukebox and a February where I played badminton. The first girl I ever liked--consciously--was perpetually injured. I played 1-on-2 every game of the bracket. They played the radio over the speakers--Elton John and Kiki Dee, "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart." I remember. They all went on the CD I made that winter. Those songs. Doesn't matter. My first crush was my first heartache, song or no. I played every game and won them. Was I good at badminton once? I used to be athletic. Weights and field hockey and tennis and rugby. Can you believe it? My hair used to freeze after water polo while I looked above and watched. But anyway. I remember it vividly. I dropped that CD on my basement floor. Cracks spiderwebbed out. I've never done that since, but the angle was just right....