One thing I know for sure about myself is that I like to hold on to things. My room is a time capsule of my memories. When I look around at the objects I cherish most, one that sticks out to me is a collection of rocks I have from my trip to England. This summer, my godfather invited me to go along with him and his nephew on a road trip along the english countryside. I collected these rocks on the paths we walked at the world heritage sites of Stonehenge and Avebury. Walking on the fields and driving down the narrow roads, I felt a deep connection to the countryside and to my ancestry. A wave of complete serenity washed over me as I reflected on my family and the vividly bright memories of gardening in my grandma’s backyard. I imagined how much she would have enjoyed the trip and felt her presence with me. This trip made me deeply reflect on my history for the first time and I will keep the journey with me forever. Holding on to these rocks brings me that same peaceful feeling I felt walking on the path to Stonehenge.