A moment in time

I keep having this recurring memory. I think about my date with ******. We were going to have a picnic, and I was lucky enough to have found a picnic kit, it came with everything you would need. A basket, knifes, forks, spoons, salt and pepper, and of course the red checkered blanket. I told her I was going to cook us a wonderful lunch, instead I just went to a local market and bought warm sandwiches and things very similar to that. But the memory I keep having is of her and myself dancing. We were at the L.A. river where we were having our picnic and I keep seeing her so happy and dancing in her brand new dress playing with the warm summer breeze that day. Everything was perfect. Though I wonder, how much of this memory is real. Oh to be lost in teenage love again. I miss the burn. But more then anything, I miss being lost in a moment that at the time I thought was just another average day. Amazing.