Go home young man

Nostalgia is a strange pet.

She gobbles up difficulties and hardships, leaving only the meat -- without the bone, by the way.

Eons of difficulties, years of banging one's head against the wall can all become extinct when Nostalgia moves in.

We follow her along trails filled with selective memory.  Trails devoid of the monsters that once lay in wait for us.  Trails garlanded with nonexistent flowers and toads masquerading as bunnies.

She wags her tail and Snow White sings for us in the far way garbage cans hidden by their distance from the present.

Sometimes it's just best to pat her on the head, grab her leash and take her back home where reality supersedes everything remembered.