End of an era

I've always had a thing for yearbooks. As I got older, they got fatter (and, therefore, more interesting)

When I was in 6th grade, my older sister (then in 9th grade) brought home her first high school yearbook. I spent hours looking through it.

Today my younger sister (who is a senior), brought home her yearbook, and I realized it is probably the last high school yearbook I'll look through. At least for a while 

I'm having a nostalgic moment.