If I could bottle up a memory I know exactly what I would bottle up. When I was little maybe in 1st grade my mom was a stay at home mom. Every day I would walk home with my big brother and I would talk and talk until tj got mad enough to make me believe in all kinds of crazy stuff. We lived in the middle of no where there were trees every where and a long gravel road it was beautiful. It would take us 10 minutes to get home to a house hidden by trees and although it looked small it was huge on the inside. When we got home my mom would be there making diner and the house would be filled with a wonderful smell. We would call out in a loud voice "mom we're home!" and we go on a search to find her. When we finally found her we would takes turns telling her about our day. I have never been good at summarizing so I usually took 30 minutes to tell her about every single detail of my day. We were always doing something fun or exciting or unusual it was really good we were the perfect family some of the time. I would open that bottled up memory every day. Most of the time we don't realize how wonderful the life we have and live until it is ripped away from us. Then all we want is to have that back have those few moment when life is good again.
