The costume, on the other hand, has lasted for years. I wore it for Hallowe'en and dress-up, my daughters wore it for Hallowe'en and dress-up games, and pretty soon my granddaughters will, too. That stupid turkey costume may well outlive me!
And take a look at the cool old stand-up box radio in the photo. My Dad and uncle made that; my brother still has it in his home.
I look at a picture like this, and I remember that room, those walls, the furniture, and I'm back there in that time, in that place (not in that costume, thank you!). That will always be home to me, even though I've lived in my current house for 20 years--longer than it took to grow up in that one.
This isn't a picture of me taking tap-dancing lessons--it's a picture of living in a family where an eight-year-old in a turkey outfit is worth preserving in a photo, where a first recital is worth commemorating.
It's a picture of home.