Flashback

Today I had the most random flashback to when I was in Paris. It wasn't even a memory of the city, only the hotel, and our very weird bathroom that was was like its own little room made of one continous piece of plastic.
But that memory led to a thousand others that flooded my mind after I started thinking about my study-abroad trip. I love those memories!! I hope and wish and pray a thousand times over that for the rest of my life I get to have those random memories come back to me, even if they are about the strangeness of European plumbing. I think memories are a gift, and I wouldn't change any of mine for the world.