Good morning, yesterday...

"How time flies..." Papa said to himself when we were watching Across the Universe on dvd.  "Why did you say that?"  I asked.  He said the songs in the movie brought back memories.  The Beatles was at the height of success in the late 60s and I was born in '69.  "You were so small then," Papa said.  "Look at you now.  Who would've thought that you'd grow this big?"  Was the pun there intended?
So now it is my turn to be nostalgic. I was scanning my pictures in my photo albums earlier that day (Sunday, June 30).  Reconstructing some parts of it (thank goodness for Photostudio) because the photos had molds on them. I have been doing the scanning on and off for quite some time now with the end and view of storing them online; that way molds won't get to them.  
The task is somewhat bittersweet.  You see, when you open a photo album, you get to see people who have moved on, familiar people with forgotten names, friends you lost contact with, relatives who have passed away, and there are those who are still with you.  The smiles that were frozen in time (there were candid shots and frowns, too) transport you to that particular moment and a multitude of memories engulfs you--good and bad ones.  
Depends on how life has treated you thus far, the trip down memory lane brings back all the emotions you thought were long gone.  The ache upon seeing your first crush or first love.  The hate upon seeing your traitorious friend-turned-foe. The pain upon seeing a dear departed one. The regrets and the what-ifs of dreams long forgotten. 
You also wonder about the people in the pictures.  The people you thought you knew. Their names elude your memory.  They have now become strangers.  Places you've been to which are now gone or have undergone radical facelift. Where are they now?  There's still that familiar feeling and you look back at them with fondness. You look at them and can't help but smile or laugh at yourself.  Or at someone in the picture.
But that's just for the moment because when you close the album, the trip is over. And the memories begin to fade. And yes, how time flies indeed.