I sat in my parent’s living room, surrounded by several stacks of large photo albums. Although I had seen the photograph of me a hundred times before, I really started thinking about the old bridge where this photo was taken so many years ago.
My dad built this bridge for me where I could ride my go-cart to my grandparent’s house next door. In addition to lots of go-cart rides, it also was the structure for me and my friends to play on. Don’t laugh, but it’s also where I set-up an automatic timer and took MY OWN senior photos. (Please, no embarrassing comments from my friends who actually received one and, to this day, still make fun of me!) When I thought back to this picture, it made me so thankful that, not only me, but my kids have also been able to make their own memories on the bridge.