I was recently gifted with some treasured family photos that I had desired for years. I was not prepared for the ocean of emotional memories that have surfaced while I have busied myself selecting and constructing pages.This particular photo had all the great things that I usually love, the nostalgic setting, me in an old construction wheelbarrow with my brother Dave and older sister Judy, even with some clothes hanging in the background, I was struck with a sadness of lost time and of times to never be again. I will probably self-preserve and work on these images slowly with an effort to reduce the flood of thoughts that have surfaced. While I always felt that I had such a normal, natural,largely great childhood,I ask why, then,do I feel this way?

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