Memories, snapshots of greatness, colorful or only black and white, they are worth a thousand words. They are little pieces of life all put into one place, but in my case they are in more than a thousand places, and they are snapshots of every piece of life that I find important. I admit it, I am obsessed with pictures.

I’m just going to say right now that it is not selfies that I am obsessed with. I am talking about normal pictures. I take pictures of everything from beautiful landscapes to Chick-fil-A bags. They help me capture everything is important to me, and I mean everything.

I have a weird belief that all memories deserve to be kept, that every good one deserves to be seen over and over again, and that everything you see can be seen for the last time. I’ve kept a phone from the summer of seventh grade. The phone doesn’t have service, but I don’t care I kept it for its pictures. People might usually see me taking pictures, showing my friends pictures, drawing pictures, or even wishing for more pictures.

When I don’t have anything to take pictures with, I usually ask someone to take one for me and send it to me. I have had this obsession since sixth grade and I plan to have it for the rest of my life. I am proud to admit that I am the crazy picture lady.