I grew up in a home movie kind of family. From the day I was born, my dad has been wielding a giant camera to capture first steps, family vacations, and birthday parties just like his father and his father’s father. It’s pretty great. Not only is it fun to watch a younger version of yourself, but who doesn’t want to remember chicken pox, jelly shoes, or that time you shut down a water park due to blood and screaming? (True story)
27 years later and here I am, now wielding my own camera at all the important and unimportant moments in life. Say what you will about living in the moment and an over photographed world, it doesn’t bother me. I love replaying wedding videos, travel diaries, and staring at Waylon’s baby face. It reminds me how fast we’re moving. It’s also just a great way to remember how young we were and laugh about flare jeans. Can you believe those things? I looked like a celery stalk wearing denim.
What about you? Do you have home movies of you growing up? Do you take videos now?