Pictures are good and bad. Good in the way they remind you of happy days. They bring you back to the times that you were happy. Pictures can be bad because they can bring up memories that you miss and can’t have anymore. I have thousands of pictures on my phone. Every night laying in bed, I scroll to the top of my camera roll, and go through all of the pictures.I get very happy when I think of the happy times that my family has been through. Picking a pumpkin at the pumpkin patch, writing Santa a letter, playing at the beach. They make me miserable, though, because I know we, as a family of three, will not be doing anything like that for four years. I know that the time will come when we can finally be together will come soon enough.