The most important memory that I would bottle up is when I took a trip to Vietnam. I would open this memory up almost everyday. My only two memories about going to Vietnam is when my ears popped on the airplane and when I had to cross a bridge made of bamboo. If I were to uncork these memories, I would probably laugh at myself. I would laugh at myself because I was so scared on the airplane. I never really liked the airplane because it was loud and there were a lot of people. Looking back to the part where I had to cross a bamboo bridge, is very funny. I remember me wearing a pink flowered dress with ugly white tennis shoes. I only went a little way then stopped. These are the memories that I would bottle up.
