Something I Remember

I was five and I remember the grass. I remember the rocks, the trees, and other, unimportant  things. I was eating a mango on a stick and I remember thinking, "Wow, everything is perfect." Then it fell and it wasn't. Easy as that.
Lucky for me, I have a twin who was nice enough to share hers. In a matter of seconds, I changed my view of the world three times from perfect, to imperfect, back to perfect again. Being five is was exhausting.