I'd given myself the assignment of taking at least one photo a day. Having already completed the day's objective with the image of my mother and I, my brother, Ben, egged me on to break out the gear for just one more assuring me it'd be well worth it. With that, I kicked the recliner back down into 'useless' mode and headed off for my bedroom.
Below is the room I grew up in from 6th grade on through my graduation from high school.
If these walls could talk. Seeing as how a lot of interesting things have gone down in there, guess multiple lights firing within its hallowed halls were really nothing out of the ordinary.
After I'd tested to make sure all was firing back in my crypt, I had a ball photographing my brother in all manners of pizza slice revelry.