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The memory is a funny thing. The memories one seems to hold on to are the ones you have photos of or some type of memorabilia. After a while the memories of that event will change and my start to center around the piece of evidence you have in your p0osession of that event. Even worse yet your dreams may contribute to changing the memories you have of a certain time and place. The real question is, if you have wonderful memories of a time in your life, do you need or even want some documentation that could taint that memory? 

When I look through the pictures on my phone I can see snapshots of my life since 2014. Instagram has my life documented back to my first post of my sons eye and the bridge of his nose dated October 7th 2012. Since it is so easy now to document our daily lives digitally, is it too much. The first 40 years of my life, only the big events were documented. The little steps along the way have been forgotten so the question is, what picture do I regret not taking?    None, I like my memories just the way they are. The great thing about the past is when we didn’t have a camera in our pocket 24/7/365, we were more present in the moment and were not worried about documenting all of life’s little moments. On the other hand, there are plenty of little moments in my 20s and 30s that would have been so fun to look back through a feed of random pics and relive the moments.

But regrets, nope. I have no regrets. Do I regret not having a smart phone at the Grateful Dead concert at Red Rocks Colorado in 1985, or the 24 hours straight I spent stoking a woodfired kiln full of my pottery by myself on my 22nd birthday? Nope, those memories are perfect, just the way they are in my mind.