Last week, I went to a Genius Bar appointment at the Apple Store hoping for some kind of miracle. Years and years of my digital photos seemed to be missing from my computer. They were not in my iPhoto, not in the mysterious “cloud.” For months, I was under the impression that all my photographic records, my treasured memories of the middle school awkward phase were erased — lost in some digital nowhere.
Within five minutes of troubleshooting, the Apple Store genius (AKA my new best friend) resurrected 20,000 photos I thought I would never see again. I was beside myself, thoroughly impressed with the wizardry I had just experienced, and thoroughly embarrassed as photos from 2009 of myself and all my friends filled my screen. I can only hope that Apple geniuses are asked to sign a nondisclosure agreement of sorts as a requirement of their employment, safeguarding me and my friends from the justifiable outright laughter about our wide-eyed awkward phase — ah, how far we’ve come. From Second Grade Picnic to Matball Camp to summers at the Lake Club.