My head got bonked on a lemon that was still on the tree when I was either a baby or todler by my pappy. I could see bright yellow lemons and dark green leaves, I could hear Pappy saying “wee” I felt the cold lemon on my forehead, I smelt warm grass, I could taste dirt from when I had my hands on the ground. I wasn't thinking much actively, I was confused but somehow comforted. I felt loved.
Sam's memory
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