I’ve recently been going through a bunch of old photographs, I think mostly due to the fact that in a few short months I will be turning 40. I didn’t think it would get to me at all, but life is kinda like diarrhea that way, isn’t it?
Always full of unexpected surprises.
I went through the same thing close to 20 years ago, searching through all of the decrepit, smelly photo albums, gently peeling my childhood off of the yellowed pages.
Many photos remain, permanently attached, because I didn’t want to ruin them. (They went overboard on the glue back then.)
One album still contains my first hair cut, and a yellow ribbon, in a plastic baggy. I couldn’t imagine tossing that out, even though it’s a bit creepy.
I am melancholy this time around. I feel a wistfulness wash over me now, when I see how young I once was.
How young everyone once was.
We were not drunk. See? We had Coke cans.
There might be a couple of repeats that I have posted before, but I haven’t had a chance to scan all of the new ones yet because I am wicked lazy.
I’m sure I will end up sharing more as the months go by. I have always loved looking at people’s old photo’s, and also sharing my own. Kind of like show and tell back in Kindergarten, only without snack afterwards.
Which reminds me, I need more juice and animal crackers.