Amongst the teenaged journals, the hand-written letters, the birthday cards and the long forgotten post cards there is a large pink album. A childhood album that spans newborn to late primary school. There are empty spaces here and there, photographs used for school projects and never returned. Gap toothed pages echoing a primary school smile. But on the whole, it tells the story of my childhood. It amounts to maybe a couple of photos a year but it is enough to bring the memories flooding back. Read more