If I had to put a memory in a bottle and open it every once in a while, it would have to be the memory of when my little brother was born. It was March 6, 2005. I was five years old and I remember staying in the waiting room with my grandma and grandpa. My aunt and uncle were on their way to Disney World when my mom was about rushed to the hospital. My brother was born that night and it was also my cousin, Dalton's birthday. When I saw my brother I was very excited and happy, But I was afraid to hold him. I was afraid that my mom and dad would forget about me and give all their attention to the baby.
