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 was born in the late 70s, so I mostly just remember the 80s/90s, and I totally agree with you. Those were the good old days. I am satisfied with my life, but the present era blows bigly.

No. I have a great life and I'm very happy now, probably as happy as I was as a kid.

Yes, childhood photos make me sad because I was abused as a child. You can even see it in my eyes. I think I’ve destroyed most of the photos by now.

Photos of me as a young adult, as a young mom, of my kids, of my wedding etc are wonderful and make me so happy.

A little bit, but mostly about the pics showing me with my grandparents. I had amazing grandparents and they died too soon, didn't see my kids grow up. They made my childhood so special and I miss them all the time.

I had a wonderful childhood. My parents and siblings were awesome. I get depressed that I have lost most of the older generation that doted on me and when life was so amazing. I live in fear of losing my surviving parent.

Huh. I get sad because it reminds me my dad is dead. Before that it never made me sad.

I will say I see pictures of myself in my 20s and I'm like damn I was so good looking and why on earth did I not believe it or see it at the time. THAT makes me sad. I should have been a lot more confident.

I have very few pictures from my childhood. Grew up in a 3rd world country and we were very poor, so didn't have a camera for the longest time. When I look at my childhood pictures I think about the incredible arc my life has taken, the contrast between then and now, and how in my wildest dreams I could not have dreamt of the life I live today.

I feel grateful and also somewhat disconnected to my younger self.

Nostalgia is a weird drug. Our ancestors didn't have cameras.

I get happy, but I had a happy childhood and am happy now so it just makes me think of fond memories. But my dad has cancer and I expect I’ll get a lot sadder when he dies.

I get sad looking at pictures of me as a child, but it's not because I was innocent and full of giggles and happiness -- it's the opposite.

It makes me sad because I so badly want to tell that little girl that she’s going to be OK someday, better than OK. Or better yet, to take her away.

My life is 10000 times better now and the only thing I miss is being that skinny.

I get sad realizing i didn’t appreciate youth enough. Knowing how short life truly is.

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.

X100

I try to never do it because I was such a miserable and ugly kid. I peaked looks wise at about age 4.

There's a picture of me at age four on Santa's lap and it makes me sad because that was the age I was first sexually abused by a relative. It is just unfathomable for me to look at the picture of that child and think about that.