You turn the pages of your album and they suck you into the vortex of memories. Memories sweet, memories sad, memories sweet and sour. Each picture has its own story to tell. You sit there grinning blissfully at the pictures, weaving thoughts of your own, looking at pictures of near and dear ones, and then you 're looking at a picture of your own "little-self". And you start wondering, how fast you've grown up, outliving your care-free days and growing into this young-adult and your past just lives on in your memories right now.

Not just pictures, your memories live in your heart and mind, of moments spent with someone dear, moments of love, of friends and family. And some of those memories are your favourite, sweet and sour, which you often relive in your heart, smiling, crying, its like you feed on them and would never want to let go of them and are eager to weave new dreams into them.

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. 

 ~From the television show The Wonder Years