I love photographs.
I need to start taking more of them…ever since I’ve been stuck in the house, I haven’t been much of a picture taker. I spent the morning going through old photographs that my mother has in boxes in the closet, and they brought back all that warm and fuzzy nostalgia that I love so much.
The clothes are hilarious – the late eighties and early nineties made for some very loud children’s wear. It’s amusing that kids these days wouldn’t be caught dead in the kind of clothes that we used to wear in elementary school. Kids today are too cool for those awesome bright purple and pink sweatpants/sweatshirt sets that were so popular back then.
I like looking back to how much happier I was before all these illnesses set in and took over my life. I was rather confused as a child, but I didn’t realize that anything was different about me until much later. It was a kind of blissful oblivion.
With the Fibro fog in my brain, I have a tendency to forget most of the things that happened earlier in life, so pictures bring back memories with clarity (although I promptly forget them again afterwards!).
Do any of you love to look back at pictures where you were healthier and happier?