I would take the sound of

the final puzzle piece snapping into place after working tirelessly on it,

maybe the sound of a fire crackling like leftovers in the microwave,

I might even take the precious sound of an owl hooting at night

Or its wings sawing through the jet-black sky.

I would capture the amazing aroma of

cold milk and Weetabix on a nice spring morning,

my dad’s lasagne as he pulls it out of the oven,

or the familiar scent of the air after it rains.

I would capture the amazing tastes of

freshly baked cookies with a nice gooey centre,

the fabulous cheesy taste of my dad’s lasagne,

or the precious taste of chocolate eggs from easter,

which surprisingly taste better after you’ve found them in your garden.

I would take the feel of

snow crunching in my hands,

the feeling of my hands rushing past me in the sea

or the familiar feeling of a conker in your palm.