When I was in grade two, my mother took me to Movie World for my birthday.
Well, I’ve been waiting for a chance to take my daughter.
But really, we went there for me.
Thinking about it now, as I write this, I was so glad Yen and my baby girl wanted to go.
I wanted to share a little bit of my history with them. I wanted to tell them the stories of when my mum took me. I wanted this for them, but more so for me.
As I walked through the massive entrance, I realised how little I remember. I can’t remember much, but, I’m glad those memories I do have, I’ll never forget.
I was surprised how little it has changed. I remember all the little things that mum did for me. I remember the rides she didn’t want to go on, but still went with me. The food and the sounds of children. The excitement and the joy.
I wish I had one photo to hold.
Sharing those old memories with my family meant so much to me.
I’ve decided I need to bring my cameras out for family more. Really, I only use my cameras for work. I take photos of important and cherished moments for other people. I love doing this, but I also love my family. I had to ask myself, “Why am I so reluctant to record memories that are important to me?”.
This time, I brought my camera and took some photos. It will be happening more often.