I ran into an old photo of myself the other day, made about 26 years ago. I was 10, and posing with the treats I was handing out in class (Ice cream, for those interested. Comes with being a late spring-baby).
And I felt this wave of nostalgia? sorrow? Mainly the latter, I guess. Purple shirt over green/yellow/red trousers depicting I seem to recall a rainforest. A fashion-sense I seem to have lost over the years. And that’s sad. Life comes with change, I know, but still. I don’t dress the way I did 25 years ago, and in a sense that’s a loss.