I put together my first scrapbook around 25 years ago. Most of the photos and ephemera have held up well, but the book has not. Today, I attended a crop where I began the work of moving and reorganizing everything to a new, more archival friendly, book. I had no idea this book had survived until I was presented with it during my visit to my parents’ home in August. I could not even remember the last time I had seen the book and had assumed it was cast off into the garbage somewhere. I threw some of the photos away and cropped one and will most likely crop more. I am thankful that I can fondly look back at my past, but see with enough realism to savor my present. I like who I am right now and I am working hard to get where I want to be. 🙂