The memories make me smile and laugh out loud, still. It's a shocking thing when one of them pops up, and then I realize that they're over. It's over. And they're never coming back. And I don't know if it's right to still smile at them, still laugh at them, because if it was right, wouldn't they keep going on?
I know what we did wrong, by the way. If you want to know. There wasn't enough air getting to the flames. That's why they never lit properly. That's why we had no "Fire in the Juice box." Maybe a few holes in the side would have helped, but maybe it would have just caught the ground on fire. And anyways, the memory is fine without it being done right.
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