As I was reading, We, The Memorious, I started to contemplate my own childhood. Unlike the family in the book, my parents did not capture my first step on film. My first words were not recorded, and in fact not even remembered. This made me think about my family and all of the memories I've shared with them throughout my life. I wish I could remember them all with pristine clarity, just like the few moments I caught on camera.
For example my little brother Robert, who is very photogenic.
My little brother has grown up right in front of my eyes and the memories just keep piling up.