The memory I would bottle up is the time when my dad and grandma came down to see us for my sisters birthday. Because my grandma told us there was a surprise in the trunk. Then we all went to the truck and there was something moving under a blanket. Me,my sister and my grandma all pulled the cover off, my sister thought there was going to be a cat or dog under there.We started screaming because it was my dad under the blanket. Then we all went inside and we were talking and they brought her a big trash bag and it had all her birthday presents in there. That night she slept with the bag under her head( like a pillow) because right when she got up she was going to open them. When she did I got mad because I didn't get anything but then they gave me a blue robot dog and my sister got a white robot dog that lit up different colors. Then we took a picture and I still have it. That is the memory I would bottle up.(My dad lives in Oklahoma that's why we were so excited to see him and grandma.) I would open the bottle once or twice every week because it reminds me of them.
picture from here http://evminiatures.tripod.com/potions_10.htm
