When we were bringing in pictures of ourselves to show the class, I spent a LOT of time looking at those photo albums. Not really because I wanted to find an amazing picture or anything, but because I was so lost in all the memories that were in those gigantic books. I'm pretty sure I spent over an hour just looking at pictures of my family from over 10 years ago.
Even though I tried to remember those pictures and the memories surrounding them, I couldn't. Sure, there were a few pictures that I remembered being taken (mostly the recent ones), but I couldn't remember a lot of the pictures ever happening. Basically, because I had no memory of the time, I had to assume whatever the pictures showed was reality.
However, I think it's safe to say those pictures were not an accurate representation of my childhood. I mean, some of those pictures (a lot of them actually) are candid, but even so, they were nearly all pictures of me smiling or laughing or just doing something adorable. There's no way my parent's ever took pictures of me crying or pouting or doing dumb baby stuff; instead, they decided to focus only on the cute baby stuff, because those are the memories everyone wants to remember. Maybe that's why everyone likes childhood so much: not necessarily because they remember having a great time or anything, but because all the pictures they have show them having a great time.
Still, I have no doubt that childhood was probably the happiest point in my life (no school, no worries, no problems, just fun). The pictures just misrepresent reality slightly by showing only the fun and nothing else.
Good times, even though I look like a serial killer.



