Maybe it’s just me, but I can’t catch my toddler on the slide while simultaneously snapping a picture

When I was in seminary, turning the wall next to your bed into a photo collage was the thing to do.

And every single girl, from Brooklyn to Boise, came prepared.

Except me, that is. Even back then, at 17, I wasn’t a picture person. Photos never meant much to me. I didn’t bring along a single photo.

The girls around me took pride in their collages and fussed over each other’s pictures. I didn’t think it would bother me, but I soon became self-conscious about my conspicuously bare walls. I felt I ought to put up something.

It was easy enough to remedy. When my family came to Israel for Succos, I snapped a whole bunch of pictures. I made a point to bring a camera along whenever I got together with my high school friends.