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it's interesting how our minds seem capable of storing away all our memories, filing them into a deep dark corner where they sit and collect dust over the years. and all the sudden, when we decide to remind ourselves of the past, thumbing through the pages of the dusty old photoalbums and stories in our mind, it all comes back together. and this strange feeling of nostalgia comes over me, as i recall the innocence of my past days, long gone. days of sunshine in the park, playing with friends, digging in the sand, chocolate ice cream, and momma kissing all the boo-boos away.
call me sappy, but there's something so sacred about the early years of our lives that can only be captured in memory.