Today on Facebook, my sister started posting various pictures from her childhood. Of course, I appeared in a good deal of them. It’s weird to look back at the various pictures she posted – seeing all the strangers, all those faces from the past, and wonder what happened over all these years. I’ve grown up so much – no longer the dirty blonde four year old, but rather the dark haired adult.

I don’t write about my family that much. Airing family business was a mistake I did when I was younger – and while I don’t regret it (blogging got me through most of it), maturity has caused me to be a bit less trigger happy when it comes to issues of family. That being said, I don’t see mine very much. My sister, the impetus for this post, lives in Charlotte with her husband. My dad lives upstate. My mom is off the radar in my life. My sense of family is different from others and, as I get older, I can’t help but reflect on why that is. Like I said, this blog is not the place for that but it is the place to, at the very least, record the fact that I’m thinking about it…

I wonder if I’ll somehow look back on the photos that I have on Facebook, Flickr, etc and share the same wonder and amusement that I have with these photos. I wonder as my family spreads their roots and plants them in new places, if my sister and I will share too many family moments together. It’s hard to imagine starting my own family and what that will look like, what kind of memories I will attempt to capture, and all those things in between. As usual, only time will truly be able to tell with these things. I’m glad that my sister posted these, allowing me travel back in time, to remember the days when my family just seemed so perfect….