I don’t relate to my childhood pictures, since have no recollection of being that person really.

I prefer having agency in the world.

Yes, I feel sad because my parent have since divorced and don't speak to each other. My sibling, who I was very close to, has died. So the pictures remind me of the family that no longer exists.

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

Thus is true, but I wish as a woman I knew that you have a small window to get married.

If you are having fun and independent…it could cost you ever having a life partner (I feel like men can have this realization at any age and reverse it).

I feel that way when I see my child’s photos.

Her life is turning out fine, but I miss the phase of life when she was like that!! It us a joy to watch.

Like other posters, I feel sad because of what I was going through at the time. I’ve grown more and more shocked that my mom could have treated such an innocent thing the way she treated me, especially now that I have kids of my own. I am not living some fantasy life and I have a lot of struggles, but I always knew I’d lead a better life than the one I grew up in, and I did. So I feel sad and grateful that things turned out well for me compared to what I was given to work with.

I didn’t have a traumatic childhood, but not a particularly happy one. My parents both struggle with undiagnosed mental illness that really started to develop when I was a young kid. I didn’t make it easy on them. But I was happy to move out and never look back.

When I see pictures of my childhood I am sad for how I once felt. But also happy that I got out of it and am doing a much better job than my parents. I’m grateful for what they gave me, mostly financial, but also a tough edge from having to realize early in life that I was going to need to take my own path and not be like them. But I wish every day I think about it that we were more “normal”. Hard to think about and pictures definitely bring that back.

No. I'm so glad I can offer my children a better life, instead of one smothered in isolation, shame, lack of education and opportunities.

I don't have any pictures. My mom refuses to hand them over and left my sibling as her executor who made it clear she's taking everything/throwing it all alway. Not worth the fight or drama (but then they wonder why I want nothing to do with them).