In trying to "organize" my home, I came across the box of photos that my mom had given to me. When I got the box originally I looked at a few photos on top and then put it away on a shelf to collect dust. I pulled it out on a day off, since there was no going outside with the freezing weather that Texas has been having for the past week (again climate warming, my butt!). I started sifting thru the box, pulling out photos of myself when I had red hair, old classmates and family members in their youth. Each photo representing a moment in time, a glimpse of the past, a represention of who I was and who I become.