Richard gave Kish and me a great Christmas present this past year. He collected lots of our old photos, which otherwise were gathering dust in the basement, and had them scanned and put into electronic photo albums that we can access with the touch of a button.
It’s been hilarious looking back through the photos, remembering moments when the boys were little — and also recalling things that we’ve tried to put out of our minds, like kid birthday parties at places like Chuck E. Cheese’s. I used to dread those parties, with hyped-up kids shrieking, the smell of cheese and cake and sugary drinks, and the overwhelming sensory effect of brightly colored decors and clanging games and costumed characters. This picture of one of Russell’s parties, with his friends and cousins when they were little tykes, brought it all back.
I’m happy to say that it’s been more than a decade since I set foot in a Chuck E. Cheese’s. I could easily go another decade, too.