If I only had three words to summarize the past decade of summers, there would be no hesitation, Panama City Beach. Host to sketchy night life, the single craziest wal-mart I’ve ever visited and Bigstuf. Anna was basically raised by the combination of Bigstuf musicians, communicators, staffers, and infamous interns. Not only did Anna and I meet there during the most awkward stages of the 9th grade but we were married there…just kidding, but we’ve never missed a summer since. Now that we’ve outgrown attending as students we just go hang out with her incredible parents and the rest of the Bigstufers. Because all I had during my student days was a single use film camera (which never made it home) I decided to do a little better documenting this time.