The Nostalgia Series — Growing up

nostalgia

noun

  1. a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.

I'll be the first to admit that, despite my better judgement, I spend far too much of my time living in the past. It's not because I'm not enjoying the present — in fact I'm probably the most content I've been in a long time — it's just that I seem to be very susceptible to large bouts of nostalgia.  

Photos such as the above, the first few bars of a certain song, or a waft of a particular smell, can have me in happy tears within seconds. So, because there's nothing I love more than a bit of self indulgent reminiscing, I'm dedicating a whole series (or just the one, because I'm great at being noncommittal) of posts to the topic of nostalgia.

Whenever I talk about my childhood, I'm sure I must verge on being that super smug girl who won't shut up about how great it was, and I'm only kind of sorry for that. I'm no Peter Pan but if someone offered me the option to go back and re-live the ages of 3 – 10 again on repeat, well, I wouldn't turn them down.

A few months back, my Dad decided it was time to clear out the loft. I can never bring myself to get rid of things, just in case. Just in case I might need it for fancy dress one day, or might want to re-read it one day, or lend it to someone, or need it for reference. The list goes on. But, for once, my excessive hoarding paid off.

Alongside the boxes of long lost photos and birthday cards, Christmas decorations and toy shop's worth of Sylvanian Families, came far too many nostalgic memories to deal with in one go. I found myself faced with school reports from 1999, exercise books which totally reaffirmed the fact that Science is not my strong point, and so many photos.  

I've lost count of the amount of times I've been told that, the older you get, the quicker time seems to pass. But it's true. Suddenly I'm 23 years old, but I'm pretty sure last time I checked it was my 16th birthday.

I don't write letters back and forth to the fairies anymore. I don't spend my weekend's hanging out with my invisible friends. I don't get excited at the prospect of shopping for new school shoes, or whether they'll be selling 20p doughnuts in the playground, or spending my Friday night trying my absolute best to stay up past 12am for a midnight feast. But I did do all of those things once upon a time, and I'm so happy that I have such great memories to feel nostalgic about.