I don't like family photos or albums. I will not make any in my adult life.
My folks stored their old photo albums in a back corner of my bedroom closet, with the boxes of tax paperwork. When I was 12 or 13, I decided to go poking through them.
I discovered that my father had a 'first wife' who wasn't my mother, and that I had a half-brother I never knew existed. I felt betrayed by my parents for never having told me about my brother or about my dad's early mistakes, and I never saw my dad in the same light, ever again. From that point on, family photo albums were keepers of damaging and traumatizing secrets; like how the internet captures and holds on to every stupid thing you ever say or do online, available for reference years and years after you know better.
That said, my family photo albums also contain the smiling images of family members who ended up meeting quite sad and tragic ends. I do not want to be reminded that those moments (at the bowling alley, at a park, at a movie) all those years ago, were the best it ever got for them. It makes me feel like I've already experienced the best I'll ever experience, and now it's downhill from there until I die.
When family photo albums make you want to mourn the pitiful lives your relatives lived, you tend to avoid them.