Telling Stories

I find it interesting looking at a fifty-year-old image and being unclear of anyone in the photo. I go to ask about the two men in the picture together, telling stories with each other and the young boy watching.

However, this is not the first thing that my eyes go to. They are creating memories with each other, but the door behind them brings out a memory of the house that I have lived in since being little. This house was home to generations before me and has held many memories before my own. This door has let in and out a large number of people to form a large number of memories, and it still holds strong to this day today to continue.