Take a deeeep breath. Look up at the stars and make a wish. Suddenly you've gone back in time. You're walking up the front stairs of the house your Dad grew up in. You smell it. You feel it. It's like magic! That's what old photographs do to me. They make me tingle with delight.
We have albums and bins full of old photographs. I love looking through them! They take me back to when my grandma was a little girl or my Mom was growing up. Through photographs I can visit the house of my great-grandma, celebrate the birthday of an old relative, and meet the grandpas I never knew.
Most of those old photographs are faded and wrinkled with age, but that doesn't matter to me. What matters is the memories that have been captured.
Those aged memories are now being passed down from generation to generation.
