The one memory I would bottle up is when I used to live in Maine. Fall was just so beautiful, all the colors colliding into each other yellow, orange, red. I would trade anything to go back, back to my old house by the school, feel the crisp Autumn air, the cold wind in my face. I would trade anything, even the pool in our backyard. I miss the power going out because the squirrels biting the power wires. I miss being able to walk home and prance around in the cold fresh air. I love it with a passion as you can probably tell.
