Nostalgia

I reposted a thing on my Facebook page the other day with a picture of a kid playing with his Hot Wheels cars in the dirt. Just like I used to.

Have you got something that you'd like back? A favorite car? Piece of jewelry?

Most of us have forgotten more than we remember from when we were a kid, but I bet you can tell me the first car you ever drove without thinking twice.

I was thinking back to my youth and time spent with grandparents.

I'm noticing all of the pictures of the class reunions that I'm seeing on Facebook, and I've got one coming up that I'm attending. Why do we go to these things? I mean, if I don't keep in touch with you for the 30 plus years since we sat next to each other in a couple of random classes, then why I am I traveling back to see people like you...