It’s not that good a memory, nothing extravagant about it, it’s just really important to me. I was at my grandmother’s place, playing at her bedroom with her jewellery.
My grandma, scarry enough quickly took them from me, scared that I might break them. So she sat right next to me and showed all the pretty shinny thingys. I absolutely loved this brooch, loved it, so I told that to her, and she gave it me. I was mezmerized by its beauty, so I took it and put it in the most obvious place in my room. I have it till now, never wore it, but I am waiting for the right moment to.
Why don’t you share one of your favourite memories with me?!