Look at this Photograph
Because of the 'getting rid of stuff' mentality that's currently going on at home, I had a fleeting moment of panic this past weekend that my old school dance photos were thrown out. Rabbit went into the attic to get them for me, and sure enough, they were there, safe and sound.
As I opened up the bag, all sorts of old memories came back. Looking through the photos, I could recall each and every dance that I went to. The dinners we would have beforehand, random photo poses that were silly or sincere, laughing over crazy antics, crying over stupid stuff... and the dresses. I wore so many different dresses, and some were worn multiple times. Each time I would do my makeup and hair differently and add accessories to make the dress look like I had just bought it. I remembered the friends, the songs, the dancing til out feet got blisters, the weird photo backdrops.... it all came back.
My high school boyfriend wasn't the best crayon in the box, but, at the time, I 'had to date him'. I foolishly thought I could save him if I tried hard enough, but in the end I realized that saving someone wasn't what I wanted to do. I was with him all through high school, so aside from 2 or 3 photos he was in every single school dance photo, birthday party photo, random photo, you name it. I don't feel remorse or a sense of loss by having been with him; he taught me a lot about myself and I'm glad I had the experience despite how hard it was at times. There were good times and bad just like any other relationship.
High school was a time of trials and tribulations, of successes and failures. Friends became foes and foes became friends. Truths and lies were spouted all the time. Kids acted like kids, though some tried to hide behind a facade of being 'grown-up' by doing things they thought that grown-ups do.
And those photos? I'll scrapbook them for my kids to see. Even in high school, I took a good picture. And each photo definitely made me laugh from all the good times that we had.
@~>~~
As I opened up the bag, all sorts of old memories came back. Looking through the photos, I could recall each and every dance that I went to. The dinners we would have beforehand, random photo poses that were silly or sincere, laughing over crazy antics, crying over stupid stuff... and the dresses. I wore so many different dresses, and some were worn multiple times. Each time I would do my makeup and hair differently and add accessories to make the dress look like I had just bought it. I remembered the friends, the songs, the dancing til out feet got blisters, the weird photo backdrops.... it all came back.
My high school boyfriend wasn't the best crayon in the box, but, at the time, I 'had to date him'. I foolishly thought I could save him if I tried hard enough, but in the end I realized that saving someone wasn't what I wanted to do. I was with him all through high school, so aside from 2 or 3 photos he was in every single school dance photo, birthday party photo, random photo, you name it. I don't feel remorse or a sense of loss by having been with him; he taught me a lot about myself and I'm glad I had the experience despite how hard it was at times. There were good times and bad just like any other relationship.
High school was a time of trials and tribulations, of successes and failures. Friends became foes and foes became friends. Truths and lies were spouted all the time. Kids acted like kids, though some tried to hide behind a facade of being 'grown-up' by doing things they thought that grown-ups do.
And those photos? I'll scrapbook them for my kids to see. Even in high school, I took a good picture. And each photo definitely made me laugh from all the good times that we had.
@~>~~