I remember the day my daughter Maria learned about bubbles. It was 1997 and she was 15 months old. I was sitting on our back steps and she was standing in front of me and when I pulled the wand out of the bottle in blue, bubbles surrounded her and she giggled as she tried to catch them.And if one managed to make it to the ground without popping, she'd try to pick it up. I probably wouldn't remember this sweet memory, a blur in a million captured across a childhood. But I remember this moment with Maria blow ...