Their photo albums. Their grade school art and notes and diaries and dreams and utter nightmare failure stories.
I love slideshows and songs and photos of everyday moments, knowing that right then , I was doing this, while you were doing that.
If I was Forest Gump, I'd be hanging at that bus stop bench, waiting for people to come on by ,and fumble empty their wallet of their old torn snapshots, and open their phones to show me their photos.
And I'd sit and wait while they ran home to get that big clunker photo album. It's just like that.
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