A World Of Pure Imagination

song of the day - Pure Imagination by Willy Wonka

Earlier this month Sarah from Temporary:Secretary wrote a post about the things she misses, and so I was inspired to write this one. I love looking through my old photographs, remembering people and events. My mum always took plenty of pictures when we were little. First we had film cameras, then compact digitals, and now I have my DSLR. I'm always terrified of forgetting good times, so I love having photographs to look through.

I miss going to my best friends house everyday after school just to watch tv. I miss the fact that we were best friends. We met in nursery, and stayed friends until we finished our GCSE's. She's now married with two kids, and I wish her a lifetime of love and happiness. I don't talk to many of my school friends, we've all gone in such different directions.

I walk past my old primary school at least three times a week. The school has changed so much. There's no more hopscotch painted onto the playground. The uniforms are different, and so is the name. I loved primary school. Everything was just so much easier. I know that I'm still young, but I just feel so old.

It's not just photographs that get me feeling nostalgic; it's the items I find while clearing out my room, or the things I see on TV. For example, whenever I think about Tom & Jerry it reminds me of my dad. It was the one tv shows that I remember him watching with me when he'd get in from work. I will always miss the time I spent with my family when I was younger. My grandparents have all passed away now. I think without photographs I would forget what they look like as easily as I have forgotten what they sounded like.
The photo above is of me and my cousin. At that point in time I didn't have many relatives in England, just my parents, brothers, one set of grandparents, my uncle and his family. I loved hanging around with my cousin; she was more of a sister to me. I have too many stories about being around her. Like the time she accidentally pushed me off of the bed while she was sleeping, or 'letting me' play with her makeup. She got married when I was around eight, and now I barely see her once a year.

For the past few years I've been volunteering in a children's charity shop. When I'm sorting through donations I sometimes find toys that I had as a child. Each one brings a different memory of a easier time. A few weeks ago we had a castle donated in. I had that castle. I actually still have that castle. Don't ask me why, but it's in my parents living room, collecting dust. I miss how imaginative I was as a child. I could spend hours playing make believe with Cinderella's castle. I'm still creative, but the worlds I make up are a lot more realistic. More future prospects, less giants swimming in teacups.
A few things that I don't miss? Well, that's easy. Fighting with my brother over the remote control, having my mum pick out my clothes, and exams. Revision was never my strong point.
Rubi
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