memories are coming fast : hana running next to me by back cove , our sneakers squelching in the mud ; fireworks over the bay on the fourth of july , sending tentacles of light over the water ; alex and me lying , laughing , on the blanket at 37 brooks ; grace shivering next to me in the bedroom at aunt carol 's , wrapping her thin arms around my waist , her smell of grape bubblegum .