Snapshots of the past

London is grey and dull today, the sky has an oppressive feeling to it like it is pushing down upon you.
I long for the bright crisp sunshine that we had early last week, the kind that makes every leaf turn golden and falls in streaks from the sky.

I found two old disposable cameras last night in the back of a drawer. I couldn't remember ever owning them or taking photos's with them so i decided to get them developed.

I had a strange uneasy feeling when i took them into snappy snaps a bit like discovering something unknown that you wished you had kept buried. I returned 2 hours later and discovered these little gems sitting in the envelope...

It was a camera from way back when i was about 15, the family had taken our first real trip abroad to Spain and we stayed in a lovely villa owned by someone we knew.
Looking at the photos transported me back to when i was a teenager, the feelings i had and how self conscious i felt about everything.

It's funny how images can stir emotians instantly like sounds or scents. I also realised that my hair reached down to my bum! I can still remember how everyone used to comment about it and how upset my dad was when i eventually got it cut to my shoulders, its also ironic that im now trying to grow it again, i guess its true what they say that you dont realise what you have until its gone.

The photo's had me smiling for hours bringing back memory upon memory and leaving a sad little hollow feeling to think that it has all passed and i will never again be 15. I am also glad in a way but i can honestly understand now why old people become sad when they remember times gone by and why to them the past will always remain "the good old days"

xx