If I could keep any memory bottled up and be able to look at it whenever I wanted, it would be when I was a little girl and my grandpa would take me for rides on his bulldozer. I would always sit on his lap as he drove it around and sometimes he would let me "steer". I loved when we hung out all day outside while my grandma was sitting in the gazebo watching us. I helped my grandpa do all the outside work or would simply just watch. When he worked on car at his garage I would watch him and hand him the tools. One day I helped him make a concrete back portch and my hand hit it while it was wet. He left it there to stay; forever.
