Your experience in reopening your old photo album
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Make Family Photo Albums”. And now, I fear I never will.
Because in the decade or so since I had children and set myself the task, photo albums have joined phone books, street directories and regular eye contact between human beings in the category of “Things That Don’t Really Exist Anymore Because of iPhones.”
I know I could spend a half day sifting through iPhoto and order a photo book from the 50,000 images stored there. I could reactivate my Facebook account, where no doubt the virtual album made in 2008 still exists, complete with unnerving comments from a random male colleague from three jobs ago. “Looking good, Megan!” Shudder.
But those aren’t the sorts of album I mean. I’m talking about the kind your parents still have in the rumpus room cupboard. The big, fat ring-binders with squishy padded covers and sticky pages that make a crackling sound when you open them. And inside, a perfect, slightly yellowing chronicle of your childhood.
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