i can't stop looking at old photos, especially ones of my parents. i wonder about what my
mum was like before she was my mum. i do know that she was beautiful. and i wonder
if my dad was as cool as he looks in old photos. did they dream of having three children
the way that i do now. maybe one day they will tell me. i also wonder if the world looked
differently back then, the same way that the photos appear, everything golden and hazy.
there are some downsides to looking back through your parents albums though, such as
learning your mum liked to sun bake topless with all her of friends. harmless but still! or
seeing photos of your dad with another girlfriend. and while i do love looking through old
photos i sometimes feel a sense of sadness and a tinge of jealously as i wish i could have
been there for it. like the hundreds of hilarious photos of my dad with his sisters and friends
or the time that my mum visited bali. impossible of course but i would have loved to have
been there to see what they were like or see what they've seen. i wonder if they remember
these photos like they were yesterday, if they know what they were thinking. i'll have to ask.
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