We used to take a family picture every year to send to my grandparents. Not a professional picture, my mother didn't believe in those. She said we should all look natural. No, it was the sit-outside-on-the--steps-and-jostle-till-we-are-all-sitting kind of picture, and we had a neighbor snap a few pics. They usually came out nice.
I was going through a box and I found one. From my old old old old house. We were all so little. My youngest brother was a baby.
It was a moment frozen in time. The house in the background is not there anymore, We are all grown up and gone our separate ways, we have 3 new additions to our family now.
But the picture, that moment will remain forever.
I smile and slip it into my pocket. Cuz this is one memory I want to keep.
hmm its a bit weird for me to be reading this considering that i just went through a similar experience. I've always disliked pictures because i don't see the point of tagging along memories of what was once. But my parents moved out of the house i grew up in, i live far away, i dont see them often and now i cherish those pictures more than anything else.
ReplyDeleteFor those of us who dont have such great memories, pictures are nice to help remember the good times, and kind of remind us that our childhood DID happen.
ReplyDeleteI guess we are in the same boat.
I still dont own a camera, huge cynical
ReplyDelete*cynic. Why?
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