The memory I would put in a bottle would be the time i went paint balling. That day was the best day in the world. I would open it every single day to remember those days. I was walking in a paintball forest and I was running. Boy I was out of breath because I was being chased by the other team. I got behind a barrel and all I heard was the sound of shooting their paintball gun and the sound of the paint balls splatting on the barrel. I called for my dad on the cell phone and he came to help. He came and we ran for cover cause the hole other team was after us. That would be the memory that I would bottle up and look at every day.
