Dear Photograph,
Hot summer days in Segovia sure are missed, just like that ball I tried to catch. 3 decades later and I’m still trying!
Alfredo

Dear Photograph,
This lake holds many special childhood memories for me and my extended family, like catching my first fish in the summer of 1992 with my Grandpa. He is now in heaven, reunited with the love of his life—my grandmother. Our cottage has since been sold and almost completely remodelled, and so has the dock, but the lake will never change. At least we can still visit friends there and create new memories, and it’s a place that makes me forget about my troubles, even though it’s not quite the same as it was when my grandparents were still alive.
Stephen

Dear Photograph,
Have 13 school years really gone by? My baby girl in sunglasses waits for the school bus with her 2 brothers and the neighborhood kids. This photo was the first day of school…off to kindergarten, and today’s photo is high school graduation. Now off to college…time waits for no one.
Kelly

Dear Photograph,
You were taken on 22 April 2000 by a visiting grandfather who was waiting outside for his grandson to come back.

14 years later today, for the first time in 7 years since moving out of the childhood house and neighborhood, I have come back to visit just like my grandfather.

Sometimes we reminisce and by taking a trip down memory lane quite literally, the connection is stronger just being in the places where those memories were made.

Jun

Dear Photograph,
This is a photograph of my great auntie and uncle at my nan’s wedding at St. James church in Bolton, Ontario. Our family have had many weddings here and loved it and I know they sure did as well. Although they are gone now, we still have their memories. She died when I was young but I still remember going on day trips with her and my great uncle too. My auntie was a wonderful person.
Chloe

Dear Photograph,
This photo was taken of my aunt, dad, and uncle, on the steps of their house in 1970. Now I’m sitting on the same stoop with their mum (my grandma).
Ali-Jae

Dear Photograph,
As far back as I can remember, from Memorial Day weekend until Labor Day weekend, we spent many summer days at this pool (Penn Valley Athletic Club). I never thought I would be raising my kids in the same area where I grew up, but I am. How fortunate I am to get to re-live these childhood memories, and how fortunate my children are to be forming their own memories of summer fun at the pool!
Kate

Dear Photograph,
This is when I still had hair and my brother pooped himself.
We were happy, but we didn’t know it.
Domenico

Dear Photograph,
This is a photograph of my great grandmother sat on Cromer beach. Our family love this place and I know she sure did as well. Although she is gone now, we still have memories. She died when I was young but I still remember going on day trips with her and my great granddad too. My great grandmother was a wonderful person.
Lauren

Dear Photograph,
My parents still live in the same house where, as a young boy, I posed for a photo with my mom on the front steps. Fifty years later I returned there on Mother’s Day and sat once again in front of the camera with my dear, loving mom.
Michael

Dear Photograph,
People would always ask me what it’s like being an only child, and they would often assume that I grew up lonely and alone in my own little world. Sometimes, they would even ask me if I’d like a brother or a sister to keep me company. But growing up with an awesome cousin like him (who’s also an only child), I couldn’t ask for more. We fight and get along just like real siblings, and for both of us, that’s more than enough.
Andressa

Dear Photograph,
"No, ma’am, it’s not a boy in a dress, it’s a girl in a dress.". The hair came, the dresses went, the park stayed.

Nomeda

Dear Photograph,
I inherited my grandmother’s family photos several years ago and finally did some digging to see if I could find the old family homes around Detroit. Here’s one on Marx Avenue with my father in the early 1930s.
Mary

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