Would they know me now?
Cloaked by mists of time
Through all our story lines.
I have a thing for old photos. I don’t even have to know who the people in the images are. I just love to sit and wonder how they felt, where they were and when. What would they think of the way we live now?
I had an old biscuit tin full of photos that I used to look through from time to time. The pictures all showed grandparents and my parents as children and I wished that I could be there so that I could have those stories too.
I realise that it’s the truest form of FOMO and I guess we all wonder what our parents did and what they felt before we were around. We just wished that we knew them when they were fun and when they had energy and could drink us under the table.
I think that it’s the dreams of a simpler life that also do it. I love to watch Dawson’s Creek so that I can remember that time when I was fourteen and we were just on the cusp of the internet age. It feels so innocent and photos from the 60s and 70s have the same effect, even though I wasn’t there.
Hopefully, it’s not just me and we all enjoy opening that window to the past every now and then. I think that it’s the storyteller in me that wants to see these other lives, so that I can make up tales of fun holidays and crazy parties where Grandma got so drunk that she slept on the sofa from 8pm.
Go and pull out some photo albums if you have them lying around. Or if you have one of those slide projectors, even better. But take a bit of time to remember pre-COVID, pre-internet, pre-you and remember that you are not the centre of the universe.