As my writing group continues to find our writing inspiration in photos (see Snapshots and Ingenuity and Ancestors) I have moved away from ancestral photos to my own story and let me tell you that is a powerful exploration. Before choosing this photo I took a deep dive through my high school photo album and yearbooks. It is so curious that there are memories of this time in my life that are incredibly vivid, but there are also aspects that I have forgotten entirely. Maybe 40 years later I can safely delve into those memories. Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn’t.
What aspect of your story can time and space offer perspective on?