Pictures

Pictures are like a treasure
You can't out a price on it
They're worth too much
It's the only key to my memory
The only reason I remember the events in my life.
Staring at my smiling face
When I was 3
I can't believe that was me
Having so much fun
Enjoying life so much
I watch myself grow up
Through pictures
I feel like my young self
Is my little sister
It's kind of wierd.
I love watching myself have fun
Laughing and giggling
So proud of myself
on the first day of kindergarten
Then seeing the days of first and second grade
haze by
With Girl Scouts and birthday partiess
Then actually remembering the pictures
When I got my hair cut short
When I played the violin
When we went camping
And each detail is there
In the pictures.