Sometimes when I download photos from my camera, I find images such as this:
Or, more often, this:
That last one I can understand, because I have photo albums that testify to my own craving for having photographic remembrance of my toys.
In fact, that little thing in the front row with the pink hair was actually one of my dolls - Rose Petal - who has seen much better days but is obviously living happily in retirement. I'm sure the photo albums living in a chest in my room have photos of her from 25 years ago.
Oh, yes, she is pleased with herself.