Welcome to the FIRST official Life-Writer challenge! Our goal, as always, is to tell your story in your own WORDS so with that in mind…
CHALLENGE 1 : The Childhood Summary
Complete a 2 (two) page layout using no MORE then 2 photos and no less then 2 paragraphs to sum up your childhood.
After looking through several boxes of photos, this is the layout I came up with. It is 180 degrees the opposite of what I “thought” I was going to do. But, I love it.
I sat trying to decide whether I wanted to post it online or not. It has that much “meaning” for me. So I understand if you do not wish to post your finished layout online for the world to see.
{Credits: Southern Comfort March Collab Kit @ DSO}
Challenge Tip:Journaling Reads:
Scrapbooking has taught me a lot about myself, and how I perceive things. In particular, myself and the life I’ve lived (and forgotten).Browsing through photos of my childhood I realized I don’t really have a lot of memories about ME growing up. I was, more often the not, the “other daughter” or “her sister”. Either in the photo by accident or allowed in so I wouldn’t feel left out. Hardly ever, the focus.
As I write this, I realize how bitter it must sound. I’m not bitter. At the time, I don’t think I even noticed. It’s only now, as I try to chronicle my life, try to put some kind of proof together that I even existed, that I realized…
I do wish there were more photos of me growing up. I find I struggle to remember anything of my younger years. I can’t seem to think of many. I think that photos would help me remember. But, I can only use what I have, and try to weave together some kind of story from them. The Hall of Memories in the library of my mind seems to be “by invitation only” and my name’s not on the list.
The things we experience as a child are what forms us as adults. So, I wonder what does NOT remembering the events that formed the foundations of who you ARE, do?
I think the not remembering also is what has formed Me into ME. The preferring to NOT deal with people, staying more to myself, not really interested in the things that do not directly involve me. These things all could sum up what I do remember most about my childhood.
Cathartic.
Wow, now the next time someone asks “What happened to make you dislike people so much” I have an answer.
“It’s more like what DIDN’T…”
I was here. Her sister, the other daughter. I existed, I lived, I breathed, I experienced, I enjoyed…
At least, I think I did.
I sure wish there were more pictures, so I could remember.
2010, March 01
Remember that these pages are intended to be a life chronicle written about you – BY you. The person reading it is reading it because they want to get to know YOU. It could be your Gr-Gr-Grandchildren or some future “society” who’s come back in time to discover our planet’s history and YOUR life chronicle is the only written word that has survived! hahah! OK – so, that’s probably NOT going to happen. My point is – don’t assume the person reading it lived the life with you. You want them to see it through YOUR eyes. Kwim?
If you take up our challenge, please comment and link us up to your layout, we would love to see! Even if you don’t post your page online, I would love it if you would comment and let us know that you did play along, even though you aren’t going to show us. LOL…
