|When Did Cute Stop Being Cute? (standard:humor, 902 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Apr 26 2015||Views/Reads: 707/530||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I like to think that under all of the grimacing and scowling and wrinkles there is that cute little boy that was once me.|
I was rearranging some bookshelves to make room for a few new books when it happened. I was in for a surprise and did not quite know it. There behind some books on my bookshelf was an old family photo album I had not seen in years. When I say old, I mean these were pictures taken when cameras were really cameras with film in them. Nobody knows what those cameras were like today. Today, you take a picture and instantly it is on your cell phone. Back in “the day” cameras had film in the and you had to buy film and then when you took the pictures you had to take the film out and send it away and hopefully within four weeks you get those pictures back. Sometimes when those pictures did come back, nobody could remember them. We had to get together and sort them out because my father usually took all the pictures. My father was a great camera buff, not a good photographer, but he had his camera with him everywhere and was always taking pictures. One thing my father could not understand was, you had to pose the picture and adjust the lens so it would be clear. He just pointed the camera and click. I remember one summer we went to the mountains for a week's vacation and as usual, father brought his camera along and clicked all week long. We could hardly wait to get back and get those pictures processed so we could relive our vacation. That was the longest four weeks of my life. Every day someone in the family would say, “Have the pictures arrived yet?” It got so bad that when anybody started a sentence with “Have the...” my father just glared and nobody could finish the sentence. Finally, they arrived. Everybody was excited to relive our summer vacation around the old family table. At least we thought we were going to do that. As we look at the pictures and passed them around everybody had a very puzzled look on their face. Nobody could remember the pictures. My father stepped in to clear up the situation. “Yes, yes,” he said, “these are wonderful pictures and that is you, don't you recognize yourself?” Well, I didn't. In fact, nobody recognized any of those pictures. Then mother stepped in. You know how it is, mothers always solve problems. Well, she solved our problem. She looked at father and said, “Dear, where did we spend our vacation this summer?” That seemed like a very interesting question and rather irritated my father. “You know,” he growled, “we spent our vacation in the mountains. What's wrong with you?” Mother was quiet for a moment and then in almost a whisper she said, “If we spent our vacation in the mountains why are there so many pictures of the beach?” My father stared at her and then stared at the pictures and I cannot repeat what he said. He never liked it when mother was right. For some reason we got somebody else's vacation pictures who were at the beach and probably they had our pictures of our vacation in the mountains. I would have loved to been around the table at that home with everybody trying to figure out why there were so many trees and mountains in their family vacation at the beach. Those were wonderful days and leafing through my photo album from the past, I saw many pictures I did not recognize. In some of these pictures, there was a little boy I did not quite recognize. In fact, Click here to read the rest of this story (38 more lines)
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