shared a story from my dad to illustrate the meaning of nostalgic.
"We had such great times when we were kids. I'll never forget the time we strapped Buck Mullin into a baby carriage and pushed him down a steep hill. The carriage picked up speed until the bottom where it overturned. Buck lost his two front teeth. Probably didn't get them repaired until he went in the army years later. Those were good times."
When I told my dad that the experience didn't sound too awesome to me, he replied, The Mullins family had 8 or 9 kids, so Buck wasn't really essential." I wonder where Buck Mullin is now. I hope he's doing well.