I’m now reading “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” by Donald Miller and it’s making me realize how bad my memory really is. It’s challenging me to write down everything I can remember. I feel like I am missing many details from age 7 until age 14, but pictures are helping me fill in the gaps. At age 15 I started remembering more things because I was in love and it’s easy remembering those moments. Back when things were easy, I didn’t have many responsibilities, and summer camp was a beautiful thing, life was great.