When I was a kid I was obsessed with capturing moments. In second grade I took this photography class and was fascinated with the concept that I could capture a moment in time and then look at it later. Of course that was 1977, and you had to drop your film off at Thrifty's Drugstore, where they served up those beloved weird shaped ice cream cones for 10 cents. Dang, you know you're old when ice cream used to cost less than... well just about anything these days. I was going to say a phone call but...well...shoot.
So anyway, I used to love to try and capture moments. I have these childhood notebooks somewhere that have little scribbles that say things like "It is 11:59 and 59 seconds on New Years Eve 1978." and "In 5 minutes and 5 seconds it will be my official birthday." If a notebook wasn't available I would write on whatever was handy: my bedroom wall, my hand, my bedpost. I would just stop and write it down. And then I would think about how in 5 minutes I would never be 9 again, or about how I would never see another new episode of Mork and Mindy (Shazbot!), or about how I would have to wear a stupid bra for the rest of my life starting today. I did this all through high school, and I sometimes even do it now as an adult. (Both the bra-wearing and the obsession with fading moments.) I somehow grasped at an early age that moments were important and sometimes priceless, and if I took a picture or wrote down the exact moment maybe somehow I could freeze that moment and keep it from disappearing forever. I'm not really sure if that makes me sentimental or disturbed or is an indication of slight OCD.
1...2....3....NOT IT !