I just want to go back in time, to American Honey.

Have you ever wanted to go back in time?

Times were simple. You were innocent and pure. You were simple minded and didn't think of the things that could hurt you. There really wasn't anything to hurt you. You had your imaginary friends and your Barbie dolls.

She grew up on the side of the road, where the church bells ring and strong love grows.

I remember once when I was about four or five, it was summer time. We lived on an old farm way out on 64. The way our house was built the basement was the lower part of our house. In front of it was a big yard area.. June Bugs come in summer time. Needless to say the little me was scared of them. But, Momma was showing me something she did when she was a kid. Tie a string around a June Bugs leg and let it fly around..

She grew up good. She grew up slow. Like, American Honey.

When I got over the icky fear that there was a bug on a string flying a foot above my head, I thought it was fun. Then, somehow.. that June Bug on the end of that string got all tangled up around me. & that thing got stuck right on the back of my leg..

Steady as a preacher. Free as a weed. Couldn't wait to get going. But wasn't quiet ready to leave.

Needless to say, I danced. Momma laughed.

So innocent, pure, & sweet. American Honey.

Looking back. I rather have that icky June Bug on my leg and have no care in the world than to be where I am today. With a burdened heart, and nothing but memories.

I like memories.

Hold on to the things that last.