Freeze Frame
A few days ago I pulled out *the cardboard box*. What is *the cardboard box*? No, it is not the box of unicorn figures I had when I was a kid (long story... you trying growing up with sisters sometime). It was *the cardboard box* of pictures or, as I like to call it, The Kodak Burial Ground. This is the place where photo-memories go to die and I was tired of it taking up space in my office. So, I began the process of categorizing these moments from my personal history.... pictures of me as a baby, as a toddler, highschool and college. Wedding pictures. Family pictures. Dog pictures. Cat pictures.
Over the next few days I'll be posting individual pictures and some wonderful stories that accompany them.
-Ed
Over the next few days I'll be posting individual pictures and some wonderful stories that accompany them.
-Ed
posted by Ed at 4:26 PM
1 Comments:
I had one of those boxes... stayed under my bed. I think when I was 15 it finally fell apart from being used so much.
Thats when all the contents got scattered to the winds.
And yes, I can understand growing up with sisters... two older ones. It was pure hell.
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