Outside of wine, which is merely a rumor to me since I don’t like wine at all, I would have to say nostalgia gets better with age. Five years out, there’s a small yearning. Ten years, there’s some mild embarrassment and what-was-I-thinkings? Fifteen and twenty, you’re digging the past and feeling the tugs. After that, it’s full-on bliss and the utmost desire to go back to that particular time, even at the expense of sacrificing the convenience and comfort that technology and modernity have afforded you. Like the pain of child labor, any pain has been dulled and turmoil erased, so it’s never quite an informed want.
With that answered, I have been wondering if giraffes ever get tired of being asked to perform tall-people tasks 🤔🤔.
Cari R Esta 