Memory Bottle

 The memory would be my very first visit to America. I would often open the bottle like about two or three times a month. The memory begins when I was riding the plane heading to the state of Texas. The pilot just confirmed that the plane is about to land on its stop. It was Houston Airport that the plane was landing on.
Finally, as the plane landed and reach its point, passengers were released off the plane. I could remember the  huge airport that I withness. To see that huge airport, I would uncork the bottle that release clouds and the scent that the airport had. The airport was not only huge, it had tons and tons of people all over the world.

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