Very nice topic, TIS.

One of my earliest memories of my mom was of her buying a camera for my older brother's kindergarten graduation. At the time it was a major family purchase. The ceremony was held in the morning and the dads were at work, so my mom pushed the stroller with my sister several blocks to the school with me - not yet four - clinging to her sweater sleeve.

Once in a while when we dig up the old photos from the 60s I can still remember the moments when the pictures were taken that day in 1968.