Maybe it’s just me, but I can’tcatch my toddler on the slide while simultaneously snapping a picture
And every single girl, from Brooklyn to Boise, came prepared.
Except me, that is. Even back then, at 17, I wasn’t a picture person. Photos never meant much to me. I didn’t bring along a single photo.
The girls around me took pride in their collages and fussed over each other’s pictures. I didn’t think it would bother me, but I soon became self-conscious about my conspicuously bare walls. I felt I ought to put up something.
It was easy enough to remedy. When my family came to Israel for Succos, I snapped a whole bunch of pictures. I made a point to bring a camera along whenever I got together with my high school friends.
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