Thanks to Eric Hill in California for passing this found, Kodacolor 620 film along to me. It came from a Kodak Box that he bought in a thrift store.
Memories are shadowy things. They become less clear as years pile up between the occurrence and the memory. They become impressions of a time. A time long lost .
Our children grow and move on. It’s good that they do that, but we feel sad. Sad, that the children we once knew so well, are gone. They exist only in memory, only for the few that knew them well, long ago.
The nature of memories
Is that they fade away
You won’t have ones tomorrow
That you have today
Like a child that’s growin’
You lose parts every day
The nature of memories
Is that they fade away