I wish I had taken more pictures back in High School. Pictures with my friends, just hanging out, having a good time. I regret it now. I really regret it. I was always one for living in the moment, who needs pictures? I always thought it to be a bit shallow, vain even, but now, I wish I had physical proof of a life well lived. I had a great solid group of friends. We always had each others backs. We never had a falling out. We stuck it through together through all of the good and the bad. None of my friends were picture takers. Not one. I don’t think any of us has a substantial amount of pictures from parties, dances, trips, or anything. Will our memories fade with us? How much can we keep alive? I think I need to become a picture taker.