I had rolls of film developed over the week. One undeveloped roll found its way into my stash and it took us to 1998. Mom loved taking photographs. She’d call our attention, mid whatever we were doing and click. There goes one frame. I don’t even remember having these photos taken but I knew she was there somewhere.
I remember being afraid of the waves, they were so new to me then. We stood by the shore and waited for the waves to crash. In that place, we were deep enough for to feel the sea but shallow enough to keep our heads above the water.
This roll of film waited 16 years to be seen. Welcome to 1998!