At the beginning of sophomore year, I went to Target in search of a water bottle. After researching all my options, I chose a stainless steel bottle with a greenish tint, flowers on the outside, and a red lid that popped open with the click of a button.
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And now I take you back to that fateful day: August 6, 2011, in the Atlanta airport. I had accidentally left a tablespoon of water in my water bottle but failed to realize so until I went through security and they told me I had two options: empty the water bottle and go back through or throw it away. Obviously, I wasn't going to throw away such a prized possession, so I went back, emptied the bottle, and proceeded through security. I put the water bottle back in my backpack that was about to burst open because it was so full. I got on the tram and headed toward my gate then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face (it was like six in the morning). As I reached back to take a drink of water, my beloved water bottle was nowhere to be found. I searched the whole bathroom and then backtracked all the way to the tram and found nothing. I started panicking a little bit and tried to think if I had heard it fall out. Nothing. My precious water bottle that had been with me through so much was lost forever. I almost cried.
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