We don't have any bad memories of the people of the United States.
You know what my earliest memories are? Going from one burlesque town to another. My father was in burlesque.
The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don't celebrate those, they can pass you by.
All the exhausting aspects of my job are made worthwhile because I get to experience so many different cultures. It makes you really appreciate the memories.
I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.
My great frustration is that, more and more, my memories come and go, and friends all my life are not recognized. Many of the things I say and do, I can no longer remember even right afterwards.
The memories are vague of the accident. I remember coming out of the pitlane with cruise control, letting it go and then losing control of the car. I remember my hands frantically operating the steering wheel trying to recover control of the car, then this big, big noise and nothing more.
People use us for their weddings, their university convocations - you become a part of culture. That's a big part of people's lives, and it's actually a really big honor for us. All their memories around that process are stored in Paperless Post.
I do have great memories from when my pops got inducted. Obviously, knowing him and knowing how hard he worked in pro football for so long and what he sacrificed, the physical side of it, the injuries, and the grinding and now eight years into the NFL you know what hard work that is.