I've fallen down a rabbit hole today looking up old photos online. It's hard to describe it's more than nostalgia, it's an overwhelming feeling of sensing what has gone before. An "if walls could talk".
Thinking about my old school, there was a pond and a boy fell in it. It was only about a foot deep but seemed terrifying and I remember the teachers praising him for using his swimming skills and being brave.
The cake shop I always went to after school with my mum, those cakes were amazing.
The parks and playground I played in and the old play equipment that's long gone and been replaced.
Things change and you don't really notice, until you do. Other things stay the same and it's quite eery to think that something has been there for 40 years or much more. How many people have sat there or walked through those doors.