What I can remember of my childhood was great. I can still smell the burning campfire, feel the crunch of the snow underneath my shoes, and taste the chocolate coins from Disneyland. I love looking through old pictures, of me and my sister wearing matching pink sunglasses or with sun block smeared all over our faces. I didn’t mind smiling in front of my dad’s camera back then. But as the years passed, the numbers of pictures diminished...