Reminiscing the Past
You know when you all get together and flip through family photos? You laugh at your dad’s mullet and your mom’s goofy hair or the puff sleeves that you wore, maybe your mom gave you the old bowl cut? But the best part about looking through all these photos for myself is looking at my parents faces and seeing how young they were.
I remember trying to explain to my at the time five-year-old how I was actually a kid her age once, she didn’t believe me. There is no way that someone that’s (ahem in her eyes) sooo old could possibly have been her age once, and existed outside of her short little life.
Don’t you kind of get that same feeling when you’re look through photo albums of your parents or your grandparents? Especially when you look at photos of your grandparents, these young-ins… probably 20 something years old, just married and ready to take on the world, or photos of your grandpa in the army… smooth faced, trim and handsomely dressed in his uniform.
I truly do have the same feeling as my five-year-old, a little bit of disbelief that they were once my age.
But you and I both know that they did exist before us and had a whole life full of stories… joys, and trials, if you didn’t have these photos, you would probably have a hard time believing it, like me. You know in your head they were young, everyone grows up, gets older… but what if you didn’t have these photos of the past to witness them in their younger years?
Thank goodness, I mean… thank your parents and grandparents for these photos, these memories of the past that you couldn’t witness but can look back on with them later.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, it’s a story. It’s even more than that…. it’s a memory, and when they’re gone, it’s a legacy.