I remember when I was a little girl, my mother would tell me stories on what adventures she went on. But most importantly she told me on how she met my father. Both of them were in the army and had just got transferred from different bases. My mother had said that the day she got to her new base that my father had got transferred to the one she was at. They didn't meet for a while she said, but one night there was a party, and just how it is in fairy tales, they were on opposite sides of the room, and at one glance from eachother they had fell in love. After that my mother didn't really continue on, but she told me that they were head over heels for eachother and that they did everything together also. Every night that I go to bed I can still remeber the sound of her voice still telling me the stories on how my father and her had met. I specifically remember her saying goodnight to me for the last also. I can't believe that it's already been 9 years since she passed away. I'm already 19 and just lile my parents i'm going into the army also.