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They were like binoculars but with our life inside.  There were slides with pictures and when you looked into it, it was like a magical 3-D color image.

The older slides showed us as children.  We were small and innocent, being amazed at the life around us.  Look at our little friends in the old neighborhood – look how we were dressed.  I can almost remember their names.

Of course, many of the slides are missing.  I expect they are in a box, maybe up in the attic.  “Oh, look at this one.  I remember this.”

None of these later slides are in order.  I don’t know what happened to them.  “Here’s my old car.  Remember this one?  We had some good times, I’ll tell you.”

No thanks, I don’t think I can look into that with my glasses on.  How come it’s fuzzy?  Is that our old house?  Where was that?  Did we live there long?  Were you kids with us then?  What was our neighbor’s name?  He was such an old fuss-budget, I can almost think of it.”

 

Remember – keep only the slides you like, the ones that make you happy.