Tell me your first memory. That vague moment, obscured by time.

I go back to inching toward a purple mailbox, attached to my plastic garden. The sides rough-ish. Cheap, basic, enchanting. I pulled myself up to open it, check the inside, close it, open, close, open, close.

With a little thrill each time, what if we could open and close our memories like my purple mailbox?

Open. Pull out a letter labeled “delight.” Catch smiling adults playing Peek-A-Boo.

Close.

Open! First day of summer.

Close.

OPEN!

Tell me. What do you see? What memory makes you feel a quick rush of happy?