My parents are the ones that inspired me. They have boxes and rolls of images you could only see on a projector; photos of a time before they were ever "mom" and "dad". It put visuals to stories that I've heard. It started conversations that lead to belly laughs.  

Whenever I would show them an old picture of theirs, they would always smile and pause before saying anything else...as if they were replaying a memory. I live for the photos you can feel just by looking at them. To me it prompts reflection. It shows me where I was and where I am. It shows the trials and accolades. Then some photos just create pure happiness and cause me to slow down for a moment to relive it and make sure the memories never die.