At my age (in my early 60s) my parents were retired. I have fond memories of happy trips to see them, accompanied by our first two kids, a toddler and a new baby

Now, these two kids are around the age that I was at that time. Isn’t Life Strange? Perhaps it isn’t, but it all feels a bit strange to me at times. I could easily wake up in February 1994 and feel perfectly at home.
I constantly wish that I could leap back in time. But I’d want to be able to leap forward too, to jump over all the trials and tribulations that I’ve had since 1994 π. I sometimes think that I’m a little too obsessed with the past, but it’s one of the few benefits of being old – a lifetime of golden memories to cherish. Both my parents have passed away now, and since them, the world feels different. I feel that my real home is where they are.
Here are a couple of songs from February 1994:
I wasn’t really into pop music in 1994, but when I hear music from that era, it takes me back.
Memorable hymns first published in 1994 include the following. I wasn’t into the newer songs back then, but I’ve discovered them since then.
