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My interaction with the world started to change when my parents and I both had camera phones. Dads has always documented our lives photographically - it was wonderful to receive and send them pictures as and when things happened.
I remember sending a close friend of mine a picture of an amazing piece of parallel parking I'd just done! I was just so proud of it.
I’ve tried to rein myself in on here. My first reaction now is to say, “Photo please!” and that’s not really fair. Description is what I thrive on – I’d far rather read a book than see a film, so who am I to devalue someone’s word by insisting a picture is necessary?
That said, I do love the fact that (some) people on here have the same child-like glee in minutae that I grew up with, and still love my Dad for. They still take pictures of interesting food and shop signs and their hotel bedroom window etc when they go on holiday. And I still want to see it. It’s just that it’s available immediately now, and not in two weeks time through the post.
We do share trivia. I love it. The pictures are an added dimension. And lovely to look back on.
I didn’t really say anything there, just rambled. Want a picture instead?
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