I was going through some old pics on my computer and this picture came up of a piece of photography I did back in high school. I was so proud of it, I framed it and gave it to my parents as a present for an anniversary or Christmas or birthday (too bad I can't remember what occasion it was). Photography class was the best times that I remember of high school. The dark room was a haven for me to escape all the worries of the world. I'd spend hours in there having fun, playing around with strips of film, photo paper, developing chemicals...those were the days. I'm thinking of getting back into the dark room. I think it would be good for me: a boost to my self-esteem and a time to reconnect with myself.