Memory In A Bottle

If I could bottle up one memory it would have to be when I first went to summer camp. As I opened the bottle, the smell of wood burning, pine trees, and the water from the nearby spring would explode out and embrace me with memories of mid-summer swims and all-nighters in a wooden cabin. I'd relive all of the bonfires, water balloon fights, and "scary" stories told around the fire.

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