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One of the first shocks you get when you go back to the place of your childhood has to do with change. Everything has changed, your parents are older, your friends are different, your home is strangely nostalgic, your most precious childhood memories are diluted into the wind like dandelions. And so much emotion is involved that you can walk around with a strange knot in your throat for days! Yes, going back through this memory tunnel is bittersweet...
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One of the first shocks you get when you go back to the place of your childhood has to do with change. Everything has changed, your parents are older, your friends are different, your home is strangely nostalgic, your most precious childhood memories are diluted into the wind like dandelions. And so much emotion is involved that you can walk around with a strange knot in your throat for days! Yes, going back through this memory tunnel is bittersweet...
5 responses to “Day One Hundred Eighty Three, July 24, 2011”
Great picture, I feel like I’m in a tiny toy racing car trying to keep up 🙂
Please post this picture to flickr so I can favourite it….love it!
Hey, can’t seem to access flickr in Lebanon 🙁
this is lovely. I love the light.
Thank you!