Ah my childhood. What can I say? When I think about it I have a very selective memory. I don’t know why, but it has definitely taken on a dream like quality where I wonder, was I really ever that young? Was there a time when someone really took care of my 100%?

I loved my childhood. I mean really I had what I thought to be the best life a person could have. I had multiple friends in the neighborhood, healthy rivalries with my siblings, imaginary worlds and friends without number, and I was loved and very much taken care of by my wonderful parents, all with having very little.

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This photo more than anything stand out to me for several reasons. First of all I can remember it perfectly, a pool in the middle of a golf course in Afton Wyoming where my Aunt and Uncle had a cabin. It was a place I formed many many memories and seek to have these same experiences with my children. (Adam and I hope to find a cabin, someday.) I must have been about 4 since my younger brother isn’t in this photo, and I will never forget how much fun we had together. How snotty I was when telling my mom, “well, i guess, i’m just goina havta dwowned” when she wouldn’t blow up my floaty for the tenth time (I only know this because it was caught on tape and if I could share it with you I would…it’s perfect and explains a lot to me about megan).

Looking back at my childhood, those moments that are wrapped around my family are the strongest and so important to me. I love remembering all the times we had together and continue to remind myself that we can still have them and that we will have them forever.

a few more photos to share from that same time period.


horseback riding, 3 yrs old

christmas morning 1979. I wish I could remember that doll and check out my starwars night gown.

Christmas morning 1977. I love the jacket/pant suit I’m wearing.

Do some of these photos not remind you of my girls?

I just love looking through old photos. I have tons and tons from my dad. Not as many from this time period, but over my life my dad always had his camera out. I am so grateful for those photos. They have helped me to remember moments I may have forgotten and given me a great reminder as to why I love capturing life.