The home video of Christmas 1989 is a classic. The fact that I lost it haunts me.
When we were little, my mom loved to keep the camera rolling. Her tireless approach yielded gems: Grown-ups gossiping on the deck, me crying at most of my childhood birthday parties, sideways glances and eye-rolls that would have otherwise been forgotten, if not for her diligence. Time had a way of turning it all to magic — and no video was better than Christmas 1989.