Review on 💧 Stay Hydrated and Go BPA-Free with the Nalgene Tritan Wide Mouth Water Bottle by Alanna Scott

I loved this bottle (and its identical descendants) like they (and she) were one of my own children. How I carried it around, looked at it with pride, looked at it before I went to bed, and took long, satisfying sips of it when I woke up. It was pink - with sparkles! – and his baby was pink too. No stickers for that, I would say to all kids. Can't you see it's beautiful just the way it is? I will never forget how she looked in the sun. When I lost the first one I was devastated. I lost it in the mountains long before the summer, where I lost the third and, it seemed to me, the last. I lost the first one when I was young, when the world was still rough clay, shaped by the old craftsman god. Everything was new and untested. This bottle stood out like Promethean fire, and I paid dearly for leaving it for only half an hour. I bought another one and vowed to be more careful. A man's greed is no match for the vigilance I will show. I practiced with smaller objects uninhabited by familiar ones and found myself ready. Little did I know, however, that Destiny himself was interested in my bottle of water, or rather interested in keeping me from doing what I loved most - a bottle with a dazzling pink tinge. On a cold winter night I left my cabin to chop wood as we had traveled more in that klick than I could have imagined. I wanted the bottle to stay warm (but not too warm because of the BPA) so I left it at home. fool what I was! The spirit of old winter carried away my bottle and took it to the underworld where men don't go. When I got home I realized what had been done and I bitterly cursed the sky and they cursed me. The sorceress advised me to order another one from the rainforest, which I did. I always had this with me, hooked to the side with a carabiner. There will be no lost ghosts this time. Like I said, I thought I was with a big company. I've told the little spirits, elves and humans I've met that I have nothing of value and I wonder if they believed me given how happy I was at the sight of my own water bottle. But fate did not cancel the due date. He followed me into the forest in hidden malice, treading the faint light that leaves every threshold of the righteous. I enjoyed my carefree summer among tall trees, those who saw the first dawns and rejoiced. In my dreams I never suspected that something was wrong. One day (that part is actually true) I was running through the woods after swimming in the mossy lakes I knew, and with such joy I ran through fallen trees, under branches and underbrush. that I had lost sight of myself and my progress. When I woke up, the bottle (along with my wallet, gum and phone) was gone - and I was lost. I myself barely made it out of this part of the forest (ensnared, no, strangled by the dark forces of fate) and neglected my gear. I could always buy a fourth bottle if advised. The strongest men fought with the gods, even against fate, which always rewarded them miserably for their troubles. Will I be a hero, albeit a tragic one? Or will I be an ordinary being?