Yesterday morning I walked out in my overalls with mismatching socks and pigtails, the most random outfit , why am i blogging about this … well mum looked at me and says you look just like me when I used to go to college and I asked her if she had any photos. Her response being no led to to go into a moment of deep ponder. The only photos my parents have of themselves are the odd polaroid, group or school photo. To me this eludes to a real sense of mystery. I don’t know who they were, what they really looked like or what they did unless they verbally tell me which isn’t much because they often “cant remember”. I think that despite the rarity of these images which gives so much more meaning I would’ve loved to know more.  When we compare today and our generation, we can already notice that our children will pretty much have a photo journal of every moment in our lives. There will be no mystery to what we did, who we were friends with, the places  we saw and the experiences we had because it will all be shown.That is something I feel quite intrigued by to notice how over time we adapt just like technology and the way we consume media.