When I was a little girl, I remember being a bit obsessed with my mom's scrapbook album. Even though the book was nearly falling apart, I never tired of turning the big, black pages, pulling them close to my face, and studying the people in the photos. I would peer at the faces of my parents as 20-year olds, put the book down, and then the questions would begin. "What did you think the first time you met Dad?" I'd ask. I remember Mom telling me that she was getting so old that she often didn't remember all of the details. I was horrified, wondering how anyone could forget those things!