Nostalgia

I'm a really nostaligic person and maybe because of this I realize how lethal nostalgia, and nostalgic items, can be, to the psyche.  So in my latter adult life I have avoided engaging in too much specific nostalgia about my life, especially with items. It's weird why I am nostalgic about things from my childhood and young adulthood.  Maybe it's just innate.  But I wasn't the person then I am now.  I wasn't really even a person at all. I certainly wasn't worth remembering, and I am glad that most people don't remember stuff from back then.  It's a world that only really exists in my mind.  It never existed for anyone else.  They have their own version, if they have such a thing at all.