I recently read somewhere that images last forever but minds don’t.
It makes sense we wouldn’t necessarily have the capacity to remember all that has happened in our lives. Plus, you would think that more recent events are more important to the here and now than something that happened years ago. Of course, there is a sense of nostalgia that comes with being able to recall our past.
I had been wanting to go through old family photos in hopes of jogging some memories between the ages of 7 and 13. For whatever reason, I have vague memories during this time period and I find it frustrating at times to not be able to recall that part of my life. I even get a tad envious of my friends and family who are able to recall stories of their adventures and misadventures during their younger years fairly easily.
So, on a mission, I went home last weekend and enlisted the help of my parents to sit down with me and go through a number of boxes filled with what was probably thousands of photos. And boy did we find some gems!
What I loved most about going through the photos was being able to share some old memories. I particularly enjoyed seeing pictures and hearing stories of my parents, aunts, and uncles growing up. It seems like we have such a limited view of our parents as only having existed from the time we were born. We forget they had this whole other life before us and went through the same awkward stages, fashion faux pas, and heart breaks we did.
While I wasn’t able to recall much from the time period that feels lost to me my parents were able to fill in the gaps. Although it’s disappointing to not remember that part of my life, going through the photos gave me a greater appreciation for my family and along with it some sentimentality. It doesn’t matter how much time passes by photos will always be there telling a story – of a person, a scene, or of a family. We may think they are lost forever but they can certainly live again.