I remember stuff too you know. Like the time I colored on the wall in the living room behind my dad's red chair. You know why I remember? Right! I got one of the very few spankings I ever received.
I also remember being about 8 years old, sitting on the back porch of my parents house. I was wearing a white button down shirt and some old brown cowboy boots (whose were those anyway?). I was eating white bread with refried pinto beans on it. The memory is so clear. Oh! Maybe that's because I have a picture of it.....and there, my friends is the key. Not that all memories come from old photos but, I wonder if I'd remember much of anything from my childhood if there weren't pictures to trigger the memories.
I don't know about you but my family has so many pictures. My parents had pictures that go waaaay back. Way, way back. It's a beautiful thing too. My brother Rusty (Daniel A. Leonard V)has done a wonderful job of putting some some of those pictures on a webpage (it's a geneology); click on his link and check them out by clicking on the highlit names. I'm actually quite surprised he didn't put more pictures on there.