I've never posted before so let's see if this works out.  First let me say that I am on the short end of nostalgia not being even 25 yet and only having a camera for a few years, however, I must say that I've enjoyed what I've seen so far.  Inspite of my lack of true photos of nostalgia I feel that I may have something to contribute.This is a pic of me and my 85+, WWII vet grandpa.  You might be able to see some similarities.  Anyway, when I was little I would go to their house and sit on his lap and hear all kinds of stories - most I found out later were 'just' stories, but I loved them.  He lost his left hand during the war and I didn't know till I was about 15 how he actually lost it.  I'd heard about a dozen different stories - most involving cowboys and indians, but one day I just asked my mom and learned the real story.  Just after the truce his platoon was rummaging through a house.  One of the other guys tossed him something and it blew up in his hand.  Anyway, after that it became much more real to me what he'd been through and every chance I get I sit beside him (i'm too big for his lap anymore) and listen to whatever story he wants to share though anymore they are the stories of his real life.  Needless to say, he's my hero, and I will never stop admiring him. I could go on and on, but I'll spare you all and finish here. Thanks for the promt.