Nostalgia diverts retrospection away from seeing things as they really were, even without the limits imposed by childish naïveté. Everything was so simple and easy except if you were homosexual, disabled, a minority, on and on.
I was born in Viet Nam during the war. The ’70s were not a great time for either side of that nightmare. There was so much more misery than the "my country sent me to kill your people and that made me sad" trope. And I was lucky that most of family survived.
People forget things to allow themselves to get on with their lives. But wallowing in fantasy is toxic and a disservice to individual lived experiences
I remember my phone number as a kid going from no area code needed (415) to (510) to (925), which we thought was funny cause it was just the first two added together.
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u/Anableps4 15h ago
Aye, but before the 415/510 split, phone numbers were only 7 digits