Nostalginatorium

Memory, the only time machine in our time. We all have our memories, pleasant and otherwise. Most pleasing of all are the memories of childhood. I, for one, have had a very fortunate childhood Alhamdulillah, pampered brat that I was and still am. Showered with love and affection by a doting mother, a watchful father, and a (very) critical sister. They form the three pillars that are my Happy Place. Although life has not threatened me enough to warrant a return to this Happy Place for safety, I often find myself returning to it to browse through some events/adventures/misadventures. 

Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

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I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
- Thomas Wood, "I Remember, I Remember"

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