Take a picture, it'd last longer

Today, I was looking through photo albums with my sister, Rory, and we were reminiscing about the old days. Ok, not really reminiscing. There aren't a whole lot of pictures in these books of us for us to remember, just the same ones we've been looking at for years. I am barely in this book. I am in 1 1/2 pictures. I say 1/2 because there is some debate as to whether or not the little girl in the picture is me, but I say it is, I recognize the dress-I know it's mine. But others are saying its not. You can't see the face of the girl, just the top of the head, so there's no way to ever know, but it's still raging on. Maybe one day we'll come to an agreement, but for now, no way. There are, however, about 70 pictures of Rory in there. I don't know why we all loved Rory more than me, but she's all over that book. Actually, every person in the family is in the book many times over, but I for some reason am MIA. Combine that with my lack of knowledge about my childhood, and I say that something is fishy.
I do have extensive photo albums of myself from about the time I'm 18. I have so many photo albums, and they're all categorized. (Of course, if you know me, you know this is normal) They're divided into Family, Friends, Misc (which is mostly just pictures of scenery and my animals), and a couple of photo albums dedicated to just pictures of me and Rory. There are more albums than that, but you get the idea. I'm a fan of taking pictures. I hate looking at them afterwards, sometimes. I always think in my head of how I must be looking, then when I see it, and it doesn't look that way, I'm so disappointed! I look at a flaw in the picture, and I focus on that. Never mind that there are probably good things in the picture, because my one eye is looking off, I hate the picture. But I keep them all, and we love to go back and look at them, because we remember everything that was going on in that picture. One of my favorite pictures is when Rory and I were fighting-and we were taking pictures for Christmas-and she's so angry. You can see it in the pictures-she's about ready to kill someone. They still make me laugh every time I see them!
Pictures are a fun thing, and I wish everyone enjoyed them like I do. Whether you're someone who hates getting their picture taken, or someone who smiles big every time a camera is whipped out, everyone has at least had one taken-and then probably dissected it. I'm going to include my fav picture of myself here, just because. I try to do pictures with all my blogs, but sometimes, there's not one to attach! The reason I love this picture is because it's not posed for or anything. Rory called my name as we were out in our older sister's backyard, I look over, and she snapped it. Plus, it reminds me of how much fun we were having that day, just hanging out. If you have time, maybe go through some old photo albums on your own, and get lost in the memories. You've maybe forgotten some of the best times!