Pictures

After reading "The Liminal Experience: Loss of Extended Self After the Fire" I felt horrible and tried to put myself in her shoes. I think if there was every a fire in my house, I would lose a part of me. A possession that is closely tied to my sense of identity is my photos. Growing up I loved taking pictures, I was a diva. My Dad always brought a camera to every dance recital, basketball game, school field trip, and family vacation. We captured every fun and sad memory. We made collages and calendars as gifts to each other at Christmas time. When I have free time I sit on the couch and go through them all to remember the good old times. My pictures are a huge part of my identity and if I were to every lose them I would be heartbroken. It would be like erasing part of my life. I cherish every photo and every memory, either good or bad. Like the couple who lost their house, I would feel a bit lost. Pictures help you remember your past and help share it with others. You would have to remember things based purely on memories stored in your brain. I want to be able to show my children my wonderful childhood and how I was brought up. Like they say, "A picture speaks a thousand words".