Me and my brother, taken in 1990.
I was going through my photo albums realising that if I did not have these pictures I would have forgotten manier thing. The dressups with a former best friend, the face of my late grand father, the doll that I took everywhere, getting dirty and not caring.
Photo's make me smile as well as cry. They are reminders of the past, the good and the bad. They show us who we once were and still are, somewhere, deep down.
p.s. Taking pictures of pictures isn't as easy as it seems.. Just in case you wondered about the not too great photoquality.