Old photos are nice aren’t they? My friend recently posted this one… of my best Halloween costume ever… from about 2000… in Aberdeen, fake blood of course, I looked horrific. I think it was the first time ever that my Halloween outfit was scary.
One of the nicest things that came from the month or so clearing my Mum’s house after she passed away in 2015, was all the pictures we found. My Dad used to take lots of photos, and my Mum ended up with most of them.
Boys being boys, the girls watching on, me holding my big sisters hand. I must have been maybe 1-2 or so, so it was maybe 1982 or so. Even my Dad has his body warmer on!
My parents would have been the age I am now… what a difference in our lives – I have 5 less kids for one!
I wonder what the 80s were like? Very different and simpler than today probably.
Here’s a slightly less fun picture, in size order again, but teenage boys. Looks like my Dad had figured out the auto shot by then too. This was around 1988, again before things went a bit odd. A nice family holiday touring Scotland.
I think this was taken on that holiday too. I wonder who took it… and what graveyard we’d been at (we visited a lot when we were young as my Mum was researching her family history). Me and my Dad, proud as punch.
Part of me wants to go back to those days and speak to my parents and ask what was going on… or warn them of what would be to come… a crash which went on for years… but they probably did their best, or what they thought was the best.
I have quite a few for running in, and for every day too, so I probably don’t need another one. I’m glad they came back.