This past week I went on a road trip with a colleague/friend. We were reminiscing about our pasts and the transformation in our lives today. We both agreed to share some pictures of ourselves from our past. In light of that, I’ve spent a couple of nights looking through old photo albums and going down memory lane.
With my story of overcoming addiction some of these memories are painful. However, not all. I certainly have plenty of good memories from my past and in particular from my childhood. I came across this picture of myself as a carefree little girl. That picture was taken in my bedroom at a little table I loved to “have tea” at with my stuffed animals. It reminded me of the joyful and vivid imagination I had as a little girl. When I look at this picture, I see pure, innocent, untainted joy.