HELP ME OUT PLEASE!!!

Read the first paragraph from "Marigolds". Lizbeth's thoughts in this excerpt reveal that she-

Remembers an easy childhood of carefree playtime

Cannot remember her childhood very well

Remembers the feelings of the dusty summers in her hometown

Loves remembering the beautiful marigolds at her house

Paragraph;
When I think of the hometown of my youth, all that I seem to remember is dust-the brown, crumbly dust of late summer-arid, sterile dust that gets into the eyes and makes them water, gets into the throat and between the toes of bare brown feet. I don't know why I should remember only the dust. Surely there must have been lush green lawns and paved streets under leafy shade trees somewhere in town; but memory is an abstract painting-it does not present things as they are, but rather as they feel. And so, when I think of that time and that place, I remember only the dry September of the dirt roads and grassless yards of the shantytown where I lived. And one other thing I remember, another incongruency of memory-a brilliant splash of sunny yellow against the dust-Miss Lottie's marigolds.​