Remember the time you went back to your old classrooms and decided that the chairs have grown smaller?
All the while knowing that it's you who have grown bigger...
Why must revisiting be almost inevitably tinged with the sense of the world shrinking around you?
Like a favourite fairyprincess dress you can no longer wear. But long to fit into.
Still I go back. Again and again. Trying to recapture something that isn't there.
Something that's too small for me...
3 comments:
i love doing that as well. nostalgia tinged memories. half forgotten. but just as sad.
We all do that. It's surprising how perspective changes with age.
Yes yes this feeling,I know what you mean.
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