If somebody invented a bottle to collect memories I would buy it. The memory I would bottle up is when is when I met my brother Delbie. He is not my mother's child ,but he is my dad's child. When we first met I was only five years old, and he was about six. He is only a few months older than me. when my dad took me to go see my brother, Delbie, we where shy at first, but then our dad took us to the park to play. We both liked the same games, so it was a great time. Its been a long time since I last seen Delbie. Maybe I will ask if I can see him this summer.
