There is an unavoidable distance in life between ourselves and those who came before. Parents, grandparents; no matter how open and honest they are with their children or younger relatives, there is a sense that their pasts remain partial enigmas.
The young were not there to experience the personalities, the joys, the fears, the relationships of the old. What if you could, however, meet your mother’s younger self and spend afternoons building huts from tree branches and twine, or make pancakes in her childhood home?
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