Memories, what we create in life are memories, and they are shaped and formed in various ways and means to a reason, maybe your 5th birthday party, your first thought of looking into the open and vast heavens above, wondering what this life may hold for you. These are the innocent memories, the memories, even that of a child.
Memories are precious, remember your first toy, yeah! nothing would separate you from your love for certain activities, play in the mud, build your first sandcastle only to have it broken and brought to shambles because you see, life is nothing but unfair to all of us.
Some memories are created by circumstance, which may either be of your or by another's doing or words. You are so beautiful because this is what you saw this life as at first to be, then as time started to fade to grey, we constantly banked memories to our memory bank of life for a future.