By AMY KEELING WALTON
Growing up my siblings and I each had a book.
Photos of our firsts (haircut, birthday, day of school, graduation) stored in wire bound albums with self adhesive pages and piece of clear plastic you smoothed over the photos once they were nice and stuck.
Fast-forward 30 years. The photos in those books have either worked their way free from the sticky pages, or when you removed the photos from the page you ended up with a nicely curled, albeit very fond memory.