A Trip Down Memory Lane

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A Trip Down Memory Lane

One of the pictures that we found in our box of pictures and picture albums.

One of the pictures that we found in our box of pictures and picture albums.

One of the pictures that we found in our box of pictures and picture albums.

One of the pictures that we found in our box of pictures and picture albums.

Hailey McCoy, Co-Editor

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Last week I faced the task of finding baby/toddler pictures of myself for my senior ad. My family keeps all of our photos and photo albums in a small plastic filing cabinet in the top of my mom’s closet. The cabinet has two drawers, all filled with memories of my childhood, as well as the childhoods of my brothers and parents.

My mom and I took the small filing cabinet and put it in the middle of our living room floor. Together, we went through a seemingly infinite amount of pictures. As we looked at the glossy faces and tattered edges of the photos, my mom told me stories of how things were when I was younger. She told me about the mannerisms I had as a toddler, things that I used to say that would make my family laugh, previous pets we had, houses we used to live in, and tons of other things. Those stories were all jogged through those pictures, and I began to wonder how much of my childhood I would know about if we didn’t take as many pictures as we did.

Some of the things we captured in those photos I have no memory of, but the photos are proof that they happened. In one of my favorite pictures, I am a toddler being held up by my great-grandfather. We are next to a fence, and on the other side is a llama. My arm is stretched out to touch the animal, leaning as far forward as I could, with a huge smile on my face. I don’t remember that moment at all, but I am so glad that I have that picture because it isn’t something I can get back.

There were also plenty of pictures of my mom when she was a kid. It was crazy to see how much my brothers and I look like she did when she was younger. She had stories to go along with her pictures too, that I assume her mom or dad told her about.

Some of the pictures are blurry, some too dark, others too light. They all have one thing in common though, and it is that they are so full of life. I am so grateful that my family took the time to capture important moments of my life, as well as the moments that may not have been important but were still special.

Moral of the story is, live your life, but make room to take plenty of pictures.