We were asked by our English teacher to describe things about a corked memory, like what it was, how often we would open it, etc.
I would cork the the day I met my girlfriend. I would open that memory very often. The uncorking would be with a flurry of colors and music and sounds shooting from the bottle, portraying the day around me. And I could walk through it all, step by step. Always learning more about that day and seeing it all again. And I would share this with her, so we could experience it all over again. And go through those magical moments when time stopped for a couple seconds, and all was great.
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