I wish I had a magical box that could hold all of the funny memories, all the good times, all the laughs and prank phone calls. All the fires and village inn trips. All the funny stories that everyone told, all the fugitive games. All the movies we watched and bear lake trips we made. Everything. Something more then just the type on the computer, or the graphite on paper. The kind of memories that you could dive down into and relive over and over again and feel exactly how you did at the exact moment the memory was created. I should probably get to work on inventing it. ___ ...don't push me, cause I'll fall in love with whatever you just said.