This baby footprint overwhelmingly invokes the look and feel of mystory. It is preciously framed for display, sitting in a well light, almost completely white room. It is the wide emblem of youth. The well light, white room brings with it feelings of purity, and society commonly thinks of its young as pure and innocent. The frame marks the print's importance. It is not something to be thrown away or stuffed into the nearest drawer. It is worthy of a prominent place. It is recognized. The print initiates the sight of the tiny baby who made it. For some it may be a reminder of their own once little children, while for other it may recall a story told to them by a parent of their delicate first few weeks.

Mystory is full of examples of this youthful growing process, and memories of my younger days. Mystory even illustrates a struggle to leave this exciting part of my life. I continually mention work and time as though sometimes hanging over me, casting a dark shadow, while other times bringing insight and realization. I need to find the perfect balance between perusing my aspirations as an adult and helping the youthful blossom and succeed. There are multiple upon multiple ways I could do this. There are teachers of the arts and academics for children, coaches, corporations that make anything from toys to child safety products, writers for parental magazines, child entertainment, volunteer scout leaders, child psychologist, camp counselors, and pediatricians. Clearly, there are much more and the list is almost endless. How exactly I want to interact with children, my wide emblem isn't specific. I'm not even sure whether I want to reach out directly or indirectly, but the importance of children is what seems to continually pull me in. This is a new found revelation and I'm interested to see if it will prove to be on target.