Snapple Fact #143: "Q" is the Only Letter in the Alphabet Not Appearing in the Name of Any U.S. State

Just to start off:

Memories of Flight

Remember when
our feet could reach the sky
on the tire swing
that sagged on rusted chains?

Our legs extended.
No noise, just the sigh
and crack and ping
as the tired swing sang

beneath us. Please lend
me another memory. Mine
were cast aside, flung
to where all other plain

thoughts go. And
I’m not sure how or why
but other, grown up things
took their place in my brain.

So please, remind
me as we say good-bye,
before all other memories
seem the same.

It contradicts itself, I know but I am working on it. Other than that... any suggestions?