We are the most photographed generation ever. We miss no moments. First steps. First bike right without training wheels. First school dance. If it’s happened, it’s been photographed.
We do it so we can look back on these moments later. There’s sorrow with these passing times. Sorrow of a lost loved one. Sorrow of a childhood quickly passing by. But when we look back at these moments, the sorrow disappears and for a moment it’s filled with happiness.
But what would we do if in an instant all those moments disappeared? Like most of America, we don’t think about preserving our memories until we are like Frankie here. Don’t be like Frankie. Have a plan.