The worst thing we can do when we grow up is make us lose sight of what made us children.
grass, memories, childhood, past, baseball, years
Hello J.W.H! I was inspired by your beautiful picture. in other words "with out your picture there would be no film. I will be submitting this weekend.
@Team T. You guys are aWEsome! Love the work you've done with this image!
@J.W. H. Grandslam thank you man! Perfection!
The entire team at TomCruise.com loved your photo and included it in our newest blog post. Go to the website and check it out. Sincerely, TeamTC
Yes! I finally get to see the picture! I have to say the backstory the one liner is amazing. The phrase is touching nostalgic and seems wise beyond your years. I love that. Also This image as "basic" as it is captured emotion intact "memories" like the title implies without reading the tittle or backstory and that is a successful picture, Congratulations!
@Ashley ...That's the most humbling thing anyone's ever said to me. I'm absolutely touched. I'm very sorry for your loss. Thank you so much for the congratulations. I'm going to keep that comment with me as a lesson in emotional strength.
This picture reminds me of my second husband, Tim, father of
my daughter, Sarah (13). At 14, after an
emotionally tortured childhood, he left his one love, his one outstanding
talent for athletics, his baseball, if you will, for the drugs that would bring
him to a painless place. He never surpassed
14 emotionally, and so became a man-child, struggling to stay sober, his sweet
nature overwhelmed by the constant inner conflict. The drugs became a deal breaker to our
marriage and his parenthood. At 47 he
had moved to paradise on Kauai, but had burned all of his bridges and set up a
palm tent on the North Shore. Though we
hadn’t seen him in years, on the morning of the Japanese earthquake in March,
2011, I made two calls upon awakening and hearing the news. The first was to his mother, asking her to
warn him to get off the beach. She never
could reach him. The second was to his father,
an Episcopal priest, asking him to stop calling the jails and hospitals, and
focus instead on the coroner’s office. Tim’s
body was found 3 days later, washed up in a land called Hanalei. Little Jacky Paper never could let go of that
rascal, Puff. Ah, the blurry boundaries
between child and adult! You have
captured that moment in this photo, and I give you my heartiest
@Bobby No, thank YOU!
@Cathy Thank you very much :)
Wonderful caption to a great picture that makes us all go back to the day! Thank you so much.
Love your theme sentence. Great image!
I would just like to personally thank everyone who voted and commented. I love all of you. Thank you so much for being so genuinely supportive. You have no idea how much it means.
@Carolyn Thank you so much :D
Good Luck Cousin John! I think you are pretty amazing! I loved what your Dad said about the photo. xxoo