Write a reflective essay:
Your reflections on going through your family album.
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Reflections on Going Through Family Album
Family albums are wonderful collections of important past celebrations, functions, and events. Every house has family albums. I too have a few family albums at my home.
Going through them takes us back to the moments when the function or celebration actually had taken place. Once going through an album I had a great time. The album was of my Mundan ceremony. All the pictures in it were black and white. Many of the relatives were quite young at that time. They could be seen enjoying the feast organized then by my parents.
I was the centre of attraction. Clad in new clothes with my head completely shaven, I was looking like a prince. I had so many garlands around my neck. I was holding a few toys in my hands too. In most of the pictures I was surrounded by many relatives. In some of the pictures I was crying as my head was being shaved.
I could not believe this had happened to me. My kids laugh at me when they see the album of my Mundan ceremony.
Answer:
I love looking through old photo albums. There is something amazing, yet kind of sad, about looking back through my past. My mom keeps shelves of photo albums, and every once in a while, we’ll sit on the floor, flipping through them all, reminiscing about old times. My Aunt Pearl always kept small photo albums on her coffee table, and every time we visited her, we would look through them sprawled out on the living room carpet, oohing over the cute little faces of our past. That was just something we always did, no matter what. Many people own photo albums, but we don’t always have time to look through them. Take time to look through your old photo albums to reminisce with your family of how your lives used to be, of how cute you were when you were little, of how much you’ve changed, of how innocent and oblivious you were to your future, or of things you might need to change about your life in the present. Looking through old photo albums . . .
I see the person who didn’t care what people thought.
Now, I am a person who cares way too much about what people, even my family, think of me and my life. The only person I need to please is Jesus. All of the rest do not matter. When you are younger, you are not influenced by social media or the public as much as when you are older. You don’t have to worry about pleasing people. You just get to be yourself, with rules to follow from your parents and an early bedtime (boy, do I love early bedtimes now).
I see the person who loves with no judgement.
I try to love unconditionally now, but when you are younger, you just love people no matter what. You don’t think about who they are, what they do, what they’ve done to you, or their sins. You just love, like Jesus does and like we should love always, not just when we are young and oblivious.
I see a family together.
I see my loved ones who have passed away, full of life and love.
It is always so good to see the family members who have passed away. I get to see how they were when they were happy and not sick. I get to see myself hugging them and see their sweet smiles.
I see a person who has her whole life ahead of her.
Life goes by so fast, and that is so clear when looking through old photo albums.
I see a person who has no idea of what she will be doing at the age I am now.
As a kid, I didn’t know I would be about to become a nurse and married at my age. That girl in middle school never dreamed she would have already met her future husband and would be dating him in her freshman year, only to marry him six years later.
I see a person who has no idea of who she will be at my age.
Through the years, the events, people around me, Jesus in my heart, and my choices have molded me into the person I am today. Looking through the photo albums, I see myself changing in physical appearance, but I know in my heart all of the emotional changes that occurred, making me who I am now.
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