I regret that my parents didn’t have a photo camera when I was little. There are lots of moments in my life that I wish I could remember or at least have “proof” that they happened.
The world was beautiful back in those days. Everything was new and fresh. Things weren’t as complicated as they are today. Everything was fun even on rainy days as today.
I regret that I don’t have any pictures with my childhood friends. I miss them, but I know that if I would see them today, my childhood memories would be stained. People do change in time, and I know for sure (from experience) that we might not be friends now if we meet.
Ironically, now that I do have a camera, I miss all the important moments. For example, last weekend, my high school best friend got married (well they just exchanged vows; the real wedding will be in October). My camera batteries were dead and I couldn’t take a single photo.
That was my first mistake.
So I decided to rely on her friends to take decent pictures and maybe include us two (me and Johnny).
That was my second mistake.
Not only that we are in just one (group) photo, but the rest of the photos are horrible. They are all dark and you can’t even see the faces of the people who were there.
The worst part is my friend decided not to buy the pictures from the experienced photograph because she already has the photos from her friends and they are “perfect”. It hurt; she doesn’t even remember when we left (we even had a Goodbye photo which we never saw).
I got mad at her. That was my third mistake.
These are her memories and if she feels that the pictures from her friends are enough, that’s her decision. If she feels that a group picture with everyone in it is enough, that’s her decision. It was nice that she did invite us and that she is willing to share these moments with us. Hopefully, in October we will be seen in more than two pictures.
I can truly say I’ve learned my lessons: I should only be concerned about the memories I make and I should check more often the battery on my photo camera.
In the meantime, here’s a sweet memory with me and Johnny: