“When I was a kid, every trip we went on, my dad would buy a Christmas ornament,” I’d said. “An ornament?” “Yeah. My mom would pack it away, and then every year, we’d remember all the family trips we went on. Putting the tree up was fun because we’d talk about all the places we’d been, even if it was just ten ornaments from the shore or the Poconos.” I’d shrugged, moving on. “Just a good memory, you know?”
