There are some days that my attitude and emotions feel like they are in the same disease category as arthritis. When the weather changes and a new season is coming in I am reminded of old memories: the smell of fresh cut grass in the spring, and wood smoke of fall bonfires, a warm breeze after a long winter...it all brings back a flood of memories that won't go away. You say...what's wrong with memories? Nothing, unless you let them control your thoughts. I've lived in the country with all of these smells and hundreds more for 22 years of my life only to be uprooted and taken to a stinky, smoggy, dark city. As fall comes around so does my "arthritis" of memories. As the holidays approach I wonder what traditions I will have to give up and what new ones I will be asked to embrace? Memories are one of the sweetest things about life. Some people only remember the good and others only the bad. Memories are all about the time you've spent doing the things you