There's nothing quite as terrifying as going through old family photos. You never know what you might come across. However, I've recently gained a newfound appreciation for taking photos and documenting my travels. Therefore, the prospect of sorting through boxes of family albums this past weekend was indeed terrifying but also very exciting.
After extensive research, I carefully calculated the subject matter ratio of our family photos:
It was cool reliving childhood memories and family vacations I had long forgotten about. One that stood out in particular was my first trip to China back in 1993. The pace at which the country has developed over the last 20 years is absolutely crazy to see. Beijing and Shanghai are now completely unrecognizable. Old dilapidated buildings have been replaced by one garish skyscraper after the next. In contrast, Hong Kong still looks fairly similar, with many of its landmark towers already on full display back then.
It's funny how a single picture can trigger vivid memories. When I study the photo of a Shanghai back alley, I instantly recall the feeling of walking through crowded streets and winding our way up creaky, wooden steps to visit old relatives. The seaside photos from Qingdao remind me of a city where men and women wore their most expensive outfits (and tallest heels) into the city as a sign of wealth.
More importantly, photos remind us of all the poor fashion choices we've made throughout our lives. My proclivity for oversized t-shirts and bowl cuts is clearly on display in these pictures. I also don't recall my mom going through an all denim phase, but I guess she did.