I like pictures becuase it has many stories and memories. They sometimes console me or give energy to smile again. My family is big, so I have many photo albums. When I see the albums, i feel strange to myself. My face and atmosphere have been changing. One day, my friend called me and told me, “You’re getting old, Congratulations!” She and I share not only many photoes but also the old time as a memory, so we had a lot of talks while watching the pictures. I thought I remembered the time vividly, but I didn’t. There were somethings that I forgot totally. I didn’t remember who he or she is, where is, and… I was really happy at that time. I had a face telling that “I’m happy.” Big smile and even my eyes were smiling. I couldn’t take my eyes off, and i took energy from it. Pictures are mirror that can watch the past days.