trip through your wires
I have undertaken the task of scanning, sorting, organizing, and looking at each and every picture in this huge box we found in the closet when I moved into my new room.
It’s quite a trip down memory lane seeing yourself as you were, seeing the people you knew. You wish you had known, back then, that the people around you would show their true colours, and that your relationships would often end in a sea of angry worlds and glares. Or, in other situations, that you wish you had reconsidered doing this, that, or the other thing.
I remember as a child that I was absolutely fascinated by cars, especially Volkswagens. I wanted so badly to be an engineer. I had literally hundreds of cars on display and thousands of drawings I had made; I was happier back then.
Countless pictures exist depicting me as a baby, as well. I was pretty cute (for a while) if I do say so meself. Who knew that I would grow up the way I have? Ironically, I am often dressed in shirts with sports-related content, especially football.
The leisurly stroll down memory lane pauses at the relatives-we all looked so happy back then. Now, relatives seem to be hiding behind facades of bitterness and sentiment towards each other. Pictures of grandparents holding me bring tears to my eyes as I recall a simpler time. Seeing uncles and aunts as they were before taking the plunge-marriage and kids-and moving away to odd parts of the country also recalls fond memories.
I found pictures from the 1970’s and 1960’s. It’s funny how they smell and look different. Their rounded edges and poor picture quality allow the imagination to stray to what was left behind-and left out.
In my box I also found some pictures of old and more recent friends. People that have turned their backs on me, resorted to slander and bitterness. I have to decide whether or not to scan these pictures. If only I had known.
People’s lives grow: they change; sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. They move to new places, find new friends, forget old ones, and sever ties to create bitter enemies. They forget, they remember, they form opinions, and they forget again.
Live in the moment, but don’t neglect your past.
It’s quite a trip down memory lane seeing yourself as you were, seeing the people you knew. You wish you had known, back then, that the people around you would show their true colours, and that your relationships would often end in a sea of angry worlds and glares. Or, in other situations, that you wish you had reconsidered doing this, that, or the other thing.
I remember as a child that I was absolutely fascinated by cars, especially Volkswagens. I wanted so badly to be an engineer. I had literally hundreds of cars on display and thousands of drawings I had made; I was happier back then.
Countless pictures exist depicting me as a baby, as well. I was pretty cute (for a while) if I do say so meself. Who knew that I would grow up the way I have? Ironically, I am often dressed in shirts with sports-related content, especially football.
The leisurly stroll down memory lane pauses at the relatives-we all looked so happy back then. Now, relatives seem to be hiding behind facades of bitterness and sentiment towards each other. Pictures of grandparents holding me bring tears to my eyes as I recall a simpler time. Seeing uncles and aunts as they were before taking the plunge-marriage and kids-and moving away to odd parts of the country also recalls fond memories.
I found pictures from the 1970’s and 1960’s. It’s funny how they smell and look different. Their rounded edges and poor picture quality allow the imagination to stray to what was left behind-and left out.
In my box I also found some pictures of old and more recent friends. People that have turned their backs on me, resorted to slander and bitterness. I have to decide whether or not to scan these pictures. If only I had known.
People’s lives grow: they change; sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. They move to new places, find new friends, forget old ones, and sever ties to create bitter enemies. They forget, they remember, they form opinions, and they forget again.
Live in the moment, but don’t neglect your past.