Nostalgia is the most beautiful form of pain
It’s crazy how life can seem so simple as a kid, but gradually it stops and all you have are memories.
Stuck in memories that everyone else has moved on from.
I remember my dad would take me and my brothers to Toys R Us,, and against our moms wishes, he would let us decide on a game that we can all play together. I think the last thing we got was Battletanx: global assault. Rest in peace dad.
One day I stopped climbing trees. It wasn't a conscious decision. I can't recall the last time I did it, or why I stopped. Years ago. Another lifetime almost. Gone.
Anyone else be randomly chilling and then a smell somthing from your childhood for only 1 second then its gone forever.
Mornings like this… if you get up early enough you’ll still be able to long to go outside and feel the humidity on your skin, the soft movement of mosquitos, that empty but safe feeling. Life is the strangest ride at the amusement park. Everyone’s been on it, some riding higher and lower than most. Some get off earlier or later than most and yet we’ve all witnessed something like this one way or another.
We didn't even know we'd be doing things for the last time.
Those birds remind me of when I was younger. I was 9 with my family and we would go on walks to parks all the time. Then one day it just stopped. We rarely ever go out anymore and I miss spending time walking, talking and taking pictures of nature. Now, all I can do is cry and regret how much I ruined those outings by complaining.
It’s that feeling you hit in your life where you’re thinking “oh damn, that time really is gone” with all that’s left of is photos
Born 1993, when I was around 5/6 me and my family had to move to Germany, Osnabruck because my Dad was stationed there for being in the British Army. We stayed there until 2001. I can honestly say from what memories are still there in my head, are the best years of my life. If I could just relive those days, just for a few hours, I would be so happy. I spend hours crying happy/sad tears on Google Earth Pro with the time machine of the maps. Seeing my old Primary School before it was demolished. Seeing the Army barracks my dad was at before that too was sadly demolished. Seeing my old childhood home which I haven't seen since we left 23 years ago. It's even more saddening with how Germany's privacy laws are. Google Street view is practically none existent. So the buildings and the streets I fondly remember are mainly just these pixelated resemblances of buildings that I still vividly remember from my childhood but I can't see how are now or was a few years ago. I only have what I remember, and the odd remnants of videos here on YouTube which is extremely lacking and rare to find Thankfully some time last year, Germany finally lifted those privacy laws for Google Maps Street view and i finally got to see my home again for the first time since we all left way back in 2001. I will be honest. I've never cried so much in such a long time. It was harrowingly different everywhere i looked around Osnabruck but I could also see things that haven't changed at all. The walks we went on, the Warner Brothers Movie Theme Park down south near Dorsten. Pony rides in the woods and picking the oldest one there who was called Boris. I picked him all the time because he liked to eat the grass a lot which made the ride last longer so I could spend more time with him. The little & big lake walk just behind the Nettebad. The traditional Christmas Markets in the town centre. Playing video games when my Dad finally came home on my Playstation 1, we would try and beat the games in one day but never could because I didn't have a memory card. Getting excited whenever Pokemon was on the TV. Friends round mine to share the big swimming pool I had. Watching Halloween Town before going out trick or treating. Finding our first ever pet, a kitten abandoned behind a grit bin while we were on a bike ride and taking her home, we named her Millie. So many memories. All lost to time. With only old VHS tapes & photographs to try and relive those memories at least just a tiny bit. Oh what Id do just to go back to those days. Nostalgia is such a beautiful but cruel mistress. I hate to love it and love to hate it. I Miss you Osnabruck. I miss you childhood. But. I have a daughter of my own now, she turns two in November, still crazy to say that, time truly doesn't stop. I honestly can not wait to be the best father I can possibly be. And to make everlasting memories with her that she can look back on and smile just as much as I do looking back at the ones I made with my Mum & Dad. Oh Germany. Oh Osnabruck. Oh childhood. You were the best of days. I'll revisit you one day. With the whole family hopefully.
Suddenly you stop focusing on your surroundings , life suddenly becomes less colourful
Nostalgia is one of those feelings that feel good as much as it hurts
I used to wake up early in the summer as a child, no school felt like gold each and every day and summer lasted forever. In these early morning I’d watch cartoons until my mother woke and let me go outside and play. I’d spend the better part of my day listening to those birds chirp.
I found an old photo of my parents and 3 year old me taken in 2001 and I was brought to tears by how 20th century it looked, the way we were dressed, how it was staged, our facial expressions. My memories of back then are so hazy, I feel like I've lived 10 lifetimes
Played this song while I was walking in some really dense fog this morning. Felt like I was out of bounds or something
I was born in May 2001 specifically. As a kid growing up i remember that i always cherished memories no matter how small or big they were. Going to eat out somewhere was literally the most exciting thing to do. Blockbuster man….i just remember getting good grades and being able to rent my favorite movies and shows. Going to school as a 2000s kid WAS SO NOSTALGIC!! The rainbow tarp, the little scooters we used to ride on and get our fingers caught in, the school lunches and man…the school parties!! Field trips to another city or country was something so exciting. I remember when i always woke up in the morning for school watching cartoons waiting for the school bus to pick me up and my mom telling me to get ready. Going to school when it was still dark outside, just that. The foods, the music, the art just everything of my childhood is a core memory of who i am. Not being raised around technology as much made me want to meet new people see new things and just be alive. Going to relatives houses for the weekend or so and having a good time. Going to middle school and high school is what really made me appreciate memories. I may not be friends with the same people. But at least they were my friends and there for me when i needed them the most. Choir and theatre made me appreciate the people and memories we created. Going to LA for choir concerts and taking the long bus rides every year was just awesome. The memories you make and what you do with them is up to you. But always remember those memories are always there with you. Idk you but you are loved and appreciated 🫶🏻
The Mourning Dove is a beautiful touch.
Reminds me of when me and my family would wake up to the birds sounds and ate breakfast and watched tv and watched the sunset while playing outside and when we thought our parents wouldn’t die. Miss the old days 😓🫶🏻
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