Looking through #old yearbook photos and realizing we all had questionable fashion phases.
In the theater of my mind #memories take center stage performing the stories of yesterday.
Each memory is a bookmark in the story of my #life flipping through pages of the past.
Unearthing the buried treasures of the mind where #memories lie in wait to be discovered.
Looking back at #old photos and wondering why we thought those hairstyles were a good idea.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several #times the same good things for the first #time..
In the dance of retrospection every step is a graceful movement through time's embrace
Peeling back the layers of #time discovering the stories written on the parchment of my past.
The canvas of my mind is painted with strokes of #memories a masterpiece in retrospect.
The #time capsule of my #heart holds fragments of a #world frozen in the embrace of memory...