My mom used to tell me there was a time when I was little I ate expired drugs and then I slept and slept and slept. They (my parents) were scared to the core. They had to rush me down to tge hospital to flush out the drugs from my system but in the end I came out fine. I still wish they had mobile phones to take pictures of me then and also pictures of them selves being happy because I was their only child then and I can only imagine the joy on their faces when I recovered.
I also wish there were pictures of me, my siblings and my friends when we were all growing up. Now all i have of those memories are flashbacks anytime i see little children play around.