When looking back at old pictures I always remember this one
set of pictures because every time I see them I see myself at that place. That
place is my grandparent’s old house because I use to go there all the time with
my family. I remember playing around with my siblings in the yard, and having
my grandma brings us food that was always amazing. It makes me sad thinking
about those memories because I know I won’t be able to relive those memories.
Seeing how happy I was in the pictures make me want to go back in time and
replay the moments. I remember going
there every winter to ski, and I miss it every day. There are action shots of
myself going down the ski slope with my dad and just looking at that picture
makes myself feel like I’m reliving the moment. Even though I still go back to
my grandparents’ house sometimes and go skiing it almost feels the same as I did
when I was a little kid, but it never feels exactly the same. If it felt
exactly the same those pictures wouldn't mean as much as they actually do to
me. I remember the spot where my siblings and I always hid if we were trying to
hide from out parents because we didn't want to leave. Having those memories is
something I’m happy about because those would be stories I tell people when
they ask me how my childhood was. Now looking back shows to me that I really
miss that place, and the great memories with it.
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