good thing I'm a packrat
Back in the old days, we shot a roll of film and paid 11 cents per image to view the results (with a discount for double prints - remember that?). One Hour Photo was as instant as the gratification got but it was so satisfying to hand over my little perforated top-of-envelope receipt, pay ten bucks and get a thick stack of memories in return! Most were duds and there was no scrap booking back then so everything you didn't send to Grandma went into a shoe box -- along with the negatives.
I have a really hard time throwing anything away -- especially when it's as tiny and flat as a negative -- so I can proudly proclaim that I've kept them all. We're talking 30 years, folks. Not thousands of pics (because you're a bit more prudent about photo taking when you're buying film and paying to have it developed) but there's still a fair bit of frozen memories in my trusty, dusty, old shoebox.
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