Bottled Memory

The memory I would want to bottle up is the memory of a day in my childhood. In this day I was probably 2 or 3 so I barely remember it. That day though, that memory, involves my grandmother. This memory is the only one I have of her. This memory is more like a glimpse then a full out memory, but this is what I would choose to always remember. I remember sitting on my bed in the early morning throwing stuffed animals at her. She was sitting a foot away from the bed in a chair and was throwing them back to me. I could barely get them to her because I had guard rails on my bed and I was little. I dont remember much except for that and the feeling of complete happiness and relaxation I felt while throwing the animals at her. She was throwing them back laughing, which sparked me to laughing. That's all I remember of it, but what I do remember makes me smile every time. I would open this bottle every time I wasn't feeling happy to make myself smile. I dont remember anything else of her, but just that little bit, shows me of her power and love. That is the memory I would bottle up. That is the most important memory too me.