Nostalgia

When you were a kid, you did, saw, heard, etc. something that you esteemed. Now, many years later, your appreciation of this thing is heightened as it is viewed through the gilded edged haze of memory which always seems to cast things in a more favorable light than in which they originally appeared. If I don’t share your appreciation for this thing, it is because I am too young, even though I am older than you were when you first enjoyed it. Am I missing something here, or are judgments based on nostalgia the most unreliable opinions there are? Interestingly, they are perhaps the most clung to.