Every once in awhile, my parents scan some old photos of me and email them to me (I say ‘parents’ but my father is usually the one who has more patience with computers and technology).
The photos they send to me always brings back old memories of a simpler, slower life. Nostalgia. Although, I’m sure at the time, for my parents, it didn’t seem that way. I’m sure life felt like it was moving a lot faster than it ever had before.
I was born in the hip 70s, when peace and love and VW vans were all the rage, and don’t worry, my wardrobe reflected it! But at the time, wearing orange and brown were the in thing. Nostalgia? I don’t know, but I hated wearing “poop pants” as kids in school referred to them as.