the memory i would bottle would have to be the day my parents told me they were getting a divorce i would never reopen the bottle with this inside. when my parents first told me they were getting a divorce it was summer we lived in Granite city IL and me and my 2 older brothers were siwmwinng at a friends house down the street and my oldest brother got a call from my mom saying we needed to come home,When we got home we found them in the kitchen talking and when walked I was standing by the door next to the refrigerator she and him explain to us how they didn't love each other.
