When I look at the family photos on the wall, they remind me of days long past. The time we went to the house where my dad grew up in New Mexico. Hot, dry, sunny. I can remember it now. Cousins, friends, camping. Fun. The time we went to the beach in California. We stayed in a beach house on the second floor. Windy, wet, sandy. Kids, parents, food. Fun. The time we went to DisneyLand. The house we rented was just down the street and around the corner. Walking, standing, sitting, riding, screaming. Fun. I enjoy looking at the family photos on the wall.