Just went to the bathroom to piss and my mom knocks on the door, I think it's another day of nonsense from her, not this time. She hands me my photos I've been searching for for a long time...
Just nearly collapsed with relief. I just gave up on them. I mean who the hell am I that I should worry about photos being saved. I don't know, it's just something I want to keep a grasp of. That good ol 90s childhood years. It was a fucking blast, brother. Warts and all, I wouldn't wish for a more interesting childhood if I had a chance. I mean, the tv was awesome, the atmosphere of those times, the fun stuff to do with toys and bikes and generally just going and getting new videogames etc.
I don't want to forget that life. But to lose the photo evidence of it... fucking tragic. It hurt so bad to lose that shit.
Can't believe it's back. I told myself nobody would dare toss away a photo album in this family. We're not THAT stupid. But I simply accepted that maybe it's true. Age has taken its tole on my parents and they're not thinking straight these days...
But fortunately in this case apparently my mom decided to save the photos from destruction. I don't even know why or how, but by the graces of God himself, my childhood years are forever able to live on. I don't want that to die, NEVER...
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