Facebook.
Myspace.
Twitter.
Blogspot.
YouTube.
Dailybooth.

The list goes on and on. The list of different social networking websites. Where you can post, pictures, videos, your thoughts and ideas, and just little updates on your life. There are goods, and bads about these different things. Some are more dangerous and unsafe than others. But, none the less I am starting to realize, how important they are.
The internet is forever right? So, the pictures we post, things we say, and do, are there forever. When growing up, a lot of the time, we lose ourselves along the way, trying to fit in, and be something, or fit the mold of what a teenager is made out to be. We fall into "relationships", start wearing make up, and hit that oh-so-joyus stage called puberty..wahoo?
Getting back on topic! Today, I decided to go through my facebook and delete some of my old pictures, to make room for the new. I was looking at even just my "Summer 2009" album, and realized, how much I've changed and grown in even just one year. I looked at the pictures and, yes I did delete them but, not all of them, I kept some of my old pictures, and composed a "growing up" file. I looked at them all, as a small reminder that I've grown and changed, and ocassionally lost my way but, that I understand that we can never forget who we are. We can never let the media, televison, and pressures from today's teenage world own our souls. "We are never truely lost until we can't find our way home" a quote that has permently marked my 41 year old mother's back forever. She just got it a little over a year ago, and I asked her what her quote ment, seeing as I was very confused about it. She said, "On the road of life, it doesn't matter how many twists and turns you choose to take, the only way you can get lost, is if you turn around and can't see the way back home.". That was the best advice anyone had ever given me. It helps me stay grounded, and under control because, I never ever want to turn around and not be able to find my way home. My second question for my mom was, "Well, what do you do when you turn around and can't get home?" She answered this one with a laugh, "There are always people with road maps, but, it's your choice to let them give you directions.". Then, today I stumbled upon an old box, well I should say box(es) of pictures from my childhood. I came across one of my great-grandmother, I called her Meme. All of the sudden, I started crying. Just out of the blue, tears came, I saw one of my grammop, (My grandmother on my dad's side) and cried even harder. I didn't understand! I don't even remember my grammop, and my Meme? Well, it had been almost three years since I've seen her. So, why was I crying?
Well, it was because, in both of the pictures,I saw women who were a part of me, my family, and my childhood. I believe when people die, people who were truely close to you, you lose a part of yourself. Your soul, feels the pain of knowing, it sees a part of itself in a picture, and wants it to come back. I think that's why pictures are so important to me, because, in some cases, pictures are all I have.