When I was a kid, my dad took a lot of home videos. Every now and then, we go through a phase where we watch them all and we make silly comments and have a laugh but it’s cute and sweet and somewhat sad that we don’e make them any more.
I think about this a lot, what with following family vloggers like the Sacconejolys and the Michalaks, about when I have kids and how much I’ll film of them and whether I’ll put it online or if I’ll just keep them for my family but I do think about it a lot.
When I was a kid it wasn’t so public (but this was eighteen years ago) and parents get this footage so that they can remember and we can sit, eighteen years later, and watch it back and laugh.
I was not a cute baby (though my mum would beg to differ) – I look like a little boy with giant ears and no hair but I develop into this fairly cute toddler with blonde ringlet curls and a big voice that always needed to be heard. Whilst this is excruciatingly embarrassing, it’s also absolutely hilarious.
I think home videos are so important – they’re so nice to look back on and maybe in another eighteen years, I’ll be showing my kids the videos I made of myself in my bedroom daydreaming of travelling and music. They’ll know more than I do now and, for once, the future doesn’t scare me all that much.
It kind of excites me. Here’s to vlogging.
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