The memory chair

Dear Diary,

Today I went through the woods with my sister, it was so fun we played on the swing and we swung from swing to swing. We were walking home when we saw a tatty stone chair so my sister sat on the chair and remembered olive franta from the year on holiday in Philadelphia she was her best friend but she died three years ago. Why does she remember her now not then? I then sat on the chair, I felt really strange like I was going down memory lane but there was nothing there, where did my memories go ...     

By Chelsea