Remember when?

After spending a few days in the parks, I can't help but to get a nostalgic feeling. I looked around at all the families that were on their vacation and in a sense, made me appreciate the vacations that my family has taken together a whole lot more.
I was standing in line for the first time in who knows how long and saw a father put his little kid on his shoulders and I couldn't help but to remember when I was little and tired and my father put me on his shoulders, or would kneel in the queue line so I could sit on his knee.
It seems that in every corner of the park there is something that sparks a memory of some trip that my family has taken. From the mundane details of just standing in line and playing our little games, or something more extraordinary like my father surprising me by showing up in line, or seeing my grandfather when I participated in magic music days.
Even though new memories are formed everday, it's hard not to have those moments when you say "Remember when" and then you just smile to yourself because you can try to explain it to the person you are with, but you know that they can't fully understand what it means to you. It's just something that you hold in your heart and hope that someday you can share those memories with somebody that does understand.


Remember when magic was real
and dreams were possible?