One day as I sat on a float,

In a pool,

I heard a voice call to me,

I got off the float,

Swam to the side,

Pulled myself out of the water,

And headed down the hall,

Toward the sound of the voice.

Back toward the locker room,

The voice called to me again,

A small door to the side,

Is where it came from,

The cabinet size door,

I climbed through,

I searched the room,

A light turned on to a bookcase,

On the bookcase were hundreds of VHS tapes,

A small TV with a player was in the middle of the tapes.

Each one of the tapes,

Contained memories of my life,

Skills of my time,

Each one a thought process,

That I might have forgotten,

Each one is able to be remembered.