Personal Narrative: How Photography Changed My Life

As the sunset tucks down, I space out to grasp onto thoughts of realization. Days passed by as if they were battling with the wind. I cannot embrace every memory, because some just happen too rapid that remembering them is ineffectual. Curiosity starts building within me due to my wonders on memories everyone knows I went through except myself.
When I was twelve I opened a family album for the first time. As I flipped each page I did it in such slow motion that it was as if by flipping the pages too fast it would trigger the moments in the photographs to disappear anonymously. As I keep studying them, only one photograph sparks curiosity in me. The photograph seems like a fossil due to the amazement it has brought in me. The border of it
The words she told me in the dream are always going through my mind. If I fall down, I immediately stand back up. The resentful emotions once felt due to my aunt’s death disappeared after the dream had occurred. In my childhood I was naive enough to think that my appearance caused sorrow in those who loved Wendy. I never stopped one second to realize they smiled so brightly at me when I was the first one at the table to hear stories about her. This photograph has made me realize to cherish all the moments I go through and forget those that bring me down. Being wise is important in life, and this photograph was powerful enough to help me build that characteristic up in me. Those thoughts of realization and wonder are still permanent within me. No matter how quickly time tries to snatch moments away from me, time is not a barrier for me. I learned to appreciate no matter how quick the memory goes by. Photographs are powerful enough to make you feel emotions in your darkest times. It can trigger thoughts and dreams like it did with me. Photographs are the fossils in your lifetime, so do not be afraid to take any at