Bottled up

The memory I would bottle up is the time I got my first four-wheeler. When I was little I used to love trying new things, and would get over excited whenever I got something new. This time, it was a four-wheeler. When I uncork my bottled memory, I would go back to the time I was getting geared up and ready to ride. I was wearing a sponge bob t-shirt and jeans. I had my little helmet on that covered my entire face. I was eager and ready to ride. I would get to relive the feeling of innocence and excitement I had that day. I'd watch myself get on and wait for my dad to start the four-wheeler. It was really small, because I was small. Once it was started up, my dad told me how to work the brakes and the throttle. Once he was done and I was given the okay, I went for it. I started off slow, but quickly just started going as fast as possible. Instead of slowing down, I did a sharp turn full throttle and flipped my new four-wheeler over. I rolled down a little hill and stopped with the four-wheeler on top of me. I wasn't hurt, but I cried anyways.Watching this memory would remind me of my free spirit being crushed within only a few seconds. Rather than getting upset though, I'd laugh about it. This would be the kind of memory I would watch whenever I just wanted to smile or when I was upset.