Perhaps it’s what I do with my damaged memory. I take pictures. If I just go and enjoy, I don't retain any memory of what happened. Most of my childhood is gone. Perhaps I forget because of the verbal abuse, but mainly because I have few images of occasions to remember.
Yesterday, I did my usual Gramma with camera routine.
She didn’t want her picture taken or she was just showing off.
Then again, this one isn’t bad…..grandpa, Zoe, and her best friend.
Best of all, I was able to get a shot of Lessa’s tiny cottage at its magical best. They were very good donuts, and it was a very good birthday visit with lots of hugs all around.