I realize the photo is grainy. Twenty-five years have passed since it came out of a camper’s plastic strapped 110 camera and on to Facebook.

This is a photo from my youth. Of my little personal space in a cabin at the camp I attended for many joy-filled years.

It was taken by a young girl, who at the time was thinking—who keeps their stuff like this? The situation was odd enough to warrant her sparing one of the precious 25 she got to a roll. This photo evokes a memory very long forgotten by me due to its apparent insignificance. Who remembers the air they breathe?

I remember dumping the provided wire hangers for the at-the-time-new -and-novel plastic ones, and how important it was for me to match hanger color to item of clothing color. I remember bringing to camp a collection of books and arranging them in two neat stacks. I remember my preoccupation with anything Muppet.

Fast forward. My closet today holds only high quality wooden hangers. The clothing is now separated first by type, then color. I am sitting next to two neat stacks of books. They could have been taken right out of that picture and placed at right here at my bedside. As for my current obsession? Kermit has been replaced by a stack of Danish beads.

Facebook is a crazy phenomenon. I am becoming reacquainted with dozens of friends from the past. They come from many installations of my history: from my childhood neighborhood, from my youth group and summer camp, from high school and college and sorority and summer jobs. I look at this photo and I am utterly amazed by the fact that so many of these people are surprised to hear what I do for a living.

Just look at this photo. Wasn’t it destiny?