do you get sad looking at kid pictures of yourself?

[Anonymous]

Nostalgia: a sentimental longing for things far away; homesickness.

It is a bittersweet feeling, and completely natural.

[Anonymous]

No, I actually feel happy. 70s were fun. I grew up poor, but full of dreams. I am looking at the photos and remember how the small things made me happy. I loved my childhood and hope my kids will have the same memories.

[Anonymous]

I was seriously cute. I don't get sad. I feel glad I made it this far. Some kids I knew didn't, and that's when I feel sad

[Anonymous]

Move on. Don't we have enough to be concerned with in the here and now?

[Anonymous]

Yes, because I had such terrible haircuts and clothes most of the time. The 70's and 80's were a real wasteland for fashion and hair.

[Anonymous]

Psycho

[Anonymous]

No!! It makes me happy. I had a great childhood.

I get sad looking at pictures of my kids when THEY were younger. They are growing up too fast!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I don't get sad. I get happy.
The 1970s was a really fun time.

The only thing I get sad about is how the present is not nearly as fun as the 1970s.
Not even close.

I am not talking about my life in particular, just life overall.

I get sad about that too (how the present isn't as fun as the 70, or 80s in my case)

[Anonymous]

No, I feel nostalgia for a simpler time, though. I didn't know back then how great I had it -- being able to ride my bike around the neighborhood, play with friends, do fun projects for school. Youth is wasted on the young! My only "sadness" is wishing I could go back and do it all again.

[Anonymous]

No. I did finally realize something, though, after going through boxes of them in one sitting. I'd always thought I had been an ugly child who magically turned pretty at 13. Actually, that's the age I stopped letting my mom hack my hair up every three weeks. She'd done this throughout my childhood, except for one year she left me alone (the year my father was away, hmmm). She was always abusive to me, and I realized that it was part of her NPD acting out. Other adult children of NPD moms report the same obsessive treatment. We're not talking the occasional unfortunate haircut, but constant "you look like you caught your head in the fan blades and someone sawed you free" haircuts.

[Anonymous]

I was totally adorable and wore the most hideous clothing. I love looking at old pictures. Even the ones where I was getting so super awkward. My mother's hair is also always a highlight. Perms, bleach blonde experiments, it's awesome.

[Anonymous]

No, glad to escape my deprived childhood

[Anonymous]

No, I had a great childhood and I was a cute kid. My oldest loves seeing pictures from when I was little. She can't believe my parents had dark brown hair as she's only known them to have white hair!

[Anonymous]

Depends on the day. I was a twin and my twin passed when we were kids. So many of the photos are of us both and when I see them, I miss her and that makes me sad.

I also have a terminal illness. So sometimes I look at them, even the ones with my sister, and I am not sad. I'm aware of my life as am almost complete narrative, and it is beautiful to revisit all those times frozen in photos.

[Anonymous]

I don't keep any pictures of myself as a child. I was abused in childhood and became estranged from my entire family in my early 20's. I used to have a few pictures of myself as a child and even posted a few on social media many years ago, although I don't really know why, maybe just vanity, thinking I looked quite pretty back then although I'd never felt it at the time. Once I had my own child I deleted 100% of any photos of me before becoming a Mother. Now I keep lots of nice pictures of my child and her father, occasionally with myself in the odd pic here and there.