Memories When I was younger, probably about 10 years ago, my mum and I used to read a book together. It was a lovely, hardback copy of The Chronicles of Narnia, which she had had since she was a child. I loved it so much and felt like I could get away from reality and escape to a magical place. We read it together and had so much fun doing so. The years went by and I forgot about the book. The connection between me and my mother grew thinner, and we hardly talked. One day I noticed the book lying on a shelf, covered in dust. I took it down and opened it. I read the first chapter, and all of a sudden just broke down into tears. Somehow the book brought back all these lost memory's of me and my mum. Times when we used to laugh and cry together. I had forgotten those once fond times. I sat there, crying. Overwhelmed with a feeling of guilt. I spoke to my mum the next day, and we read a few pages together. It felt just like old times, all those years ago. This probably means nothing to you, as these are not your feelings. But if you take something away from this, let it be to never neglect your loved ones. They are precious, and time will tell you that, should you not yet know,