Childhood memories are so powerful. Something about even the simple ones like seeing a toy you played with or revisiting someplace you went as a child just tugs at your heart.
Visiting Indiana last week brought back a flood of memories from childhood trips there with my family - sitting on the same porches, eating off the same china, driving through the same fields. Even if traveling with kids isn't easy, I am so grateful that my parents endured the are-we-there-yets and hauled my brother and I across state lines to visit the aunts, uncles, cousins and other relatives I wouldn't have otherwise known. It was the beginning of a bond strong enough to bring me back.
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P.S. Stay tuned for more photos and stories from our trip!
Photos: Porch photo by the Hubs. Other photos by me.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The persistence of memory (without the melting clocks)
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