That past chapter helped create the story of my life, a rich book of experiences that have helped shape me into the person I am today. Strongly bound and standing tall on the 'Estante' of life. But now, those memories have grown so faint, like the text on a page left exposed to the sun rays. I can barely remember anything. No matter how hard I try.
Out of curiosity, I turned to the internet until 2am, in the attempt to find footage of that era. Something that was familiar that I could grab hold off. Limassol, Episkopi, Akrotiri, Coral Bay, Lefkara.... places that should be engrained into my memory. But despite digging deep, and watching for hours, I just couldn't source something vaguely familiar, despite some pretty grainy and boring footage. It made me quite sad. The transformation of those areas is astounding. So modern, vibrant, and utterly different from the places I knew. It’s amazing how time changes not only places, but also our own recollections of them.
Back in the late 80s and early 90s, capturing memories was very different. We didn’t have smartphones or social media uploads. We only had VHS tapes and 35mm cameras. (I've just suddenly recalled putting letters in airmail, and the occasional phone call to family from a public telephone box!) Looking back, I wish I had taken more photos, written down more stories, and captured more of the little things.
So, here’s my advice as we move into another New Year: Take lots of photos of what you do and where you live. One day, you’ll wish you had. Because when your memories fade, photos and captured stories will keep the past alive. And something you can hand down to your children.
Remember.... life can change fast. Even the most ordinary moments can become extraordinary over time
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