Childhood Memory

I have a special childhood memory of a summer night when I was six or seven. My mom and dad and my brother were sitting on the front porch. The sun was setting, and the sky became red and golden. My brother was swinging on the porch swing, and my mother was rocking in her rocking chair. Our dog lied on the steps. My father was playing his guitar and was singing. Everyone was listening to him. He loved to sing, and he had a wonderful voice. I felt so happy and peaceful and secure. That night is one of my best memories.