Two Faced
We were supposed to bring in a photo from our childhood last week, and to my knowledge at the time I was under the impression that it would end with a "who was the cutest baby" contest but instead we were forced to find the deeper meaning that each photo represented in our lives. Which had me thinking, photos are a false construct of our history. There is a Native American legend that if you have your picture taken then the camera manages to steal a part of your soul with each photo. Imagine this, I was going through my camera roll and came across an old friend group photo from sophomore year. I stopped and laughed at how young and energetic me and my friends all were at the time and sat back, high off of nostalgia; but what the photo failed to capture were the emotional scars we carried at the time, behind our pearlescent smiles was a group of children, terrified that our friendship wouldn't last the winter-it didn't- behind the interwoven hands and ...