I'll attempt to make this brief... or as brief as my verbosity will allow.
Today, I got an email from photobucket.com regarding my photobucket account. Wait, I have a photobucket account?
Kinda scared, I logged in with my typical username/password combo, and I'm in. I only had to look at it to recognize it. Back in the olden days, when we had to walk to school up hill both ways and real life was in black and white or sepia tones, when facebook, or "the book" as I occasionally call it, was still in it's infancy and people were forced to use primitive technology to share their digital photos: via email or by posting them on a photo sharing site.
Most of the pictures were from various sorority events in college with a smattering here and there of high school photos that I had scanned in. Since I forgot that I even had this account, and none of these pictures were posted on facebook (yet), finding it was a wonderful surprise, much like finding $20 in a pocket of a garment you haven't worn in a while. Looking through those photos took me on a trip down memory lane.
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