Memories are enchanting diamonds, hidden in treasure chests that are dug deep down away from the future. Some memories are hard to remember, but some are hard to forget. As I held the book in my hand for the first time in over 50 years it was like a selection of memories come flooding back to me. The waves crashed into the rusty rocks and onto the chalk-white sand. I was on that oxidized boat with all my shipmates. Soon later, the ship collided once more. I slipped and bumped my head on the corner of the boat. Suddenly the door bell rang and I awoke.