I remember coming across my grandmothers wedding photos once when I was a wee kid. And itās never stopped intriguing me. Itās like they lived separate lives. Iāve only known them since I was born and it makes me curious to know who they were as individuals before me.
I stay in the storeroom of my house now, so once every few months I look through all the albums stored here⦠photos of my parents when they were my age, when they started dating, schooling and having fun.
Itās such a bittersweet feeling.