No, I love seeing how they've developed and grown into the people they are now.
Also, what with one child having to fight chronic pain and depression- I know how much courage it took to live those years and still laugh and how much it took to hang on and grow into the adult she is. For her little brother I can guess how much courage (never spoken) and generosity it took to live in the shadow of all that, not least because he knew from the age of 10 that he had the same diagnosis.
In the photos, I see all that, and I also see the warmth surrounding them- the adults who were there and supported them and loved them (some of whom are now gone, but not forgotten).
We have a tradition whereby I put up photos from the life of each child in the living room the night before their birthday (about 6 months apart, so they get an equal stint). Even though dd is no longer living at home, she still knows that the night before her birthday I'll be there thinking about her and grateful for all the joy she has given me.
We talk a lot about their childhood, little funny things they said and did. It's all going into family lore, together with memories from my childhood related by older relatives, memories of my mother's childhood as told by her relatives, even some from my grandmother's childhood.