They lurk at the back of cupboards. Some are hidden under beds; others are tucked between books. I have been collecting them from a young age, but I still don’t know what I’m meant to do with them. What do you do with school photos?
I suppose I could take pictures of my own school photos and bin the originals. But I just can’t do it
Whenever I come across one, I enjoy the moment of reminiscence. I cast my mind back to my time in the netball team and choir. Then there are the series of house photos. My friends and I have braces in the early years and orange perma-tans by the end. I’m fond of the May Ball ‘survivors’ photos’ taken as the sun rose. Everyone looks half-cut and happy. I’m less attached to the ironic ones from university days. In one, we all seem to have forgotten our clothes.
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