Every blue moon, I take a few minutes to stick my hand into one of my very disorganized negative boxes and pull out a sheet of negatives. I pick one or two and scan them into my very organized "days of working the news" folder (not really named that). This one surprised me, as I had forgotten about it.
I must have set down my camera bag and handed one of my cameras to the nearest person so they could photograph my receiving the gift of the bracelet at a refugee camp in Thailand.
I miss the days of film.