Capturing Memories in a Butterfly Net

It's funny how memories have a mind of their own. Floating like a butterfly, they can pop into your head at the strangest times, linked by a thin filament initiated and attached to some extraneous thought not related to the memory at all.  Then poof, like the fleeting butterfly, the memory is gone.

Some memories are too precious to let go of—they are the ones that deserve the honor of being preserved in story.

Take those memories that come to you like a butterfly, cast your net and catch...