(I'm working on this kit and will share with y'all soon!)
The conversations of others bounced and shuffled along this corridor, becoming nothing but background noise amidst the rumbles of the jets coming and going. what was clear were the sounds of our suitcase wheels rolling along, our footfalls squeaking against the tile, and your little voice wondering, “Where does it go?” as you marvelled at the longest hallway you’d ever seen. Meanwhile, you made sure to keep a good hold of Daddy’s hand, following your question where it would lead:
Great-Grandma’s 90th birthday.
This is an oldie-but-goody with three generations of Ness boys in the photo at LAX. There is just something about this moment that grips me. It's one of the reasons why storytelling matters so much, I think.