3:20AM

The 60s.

It's strange because I've never experienced what the 60s felt like but I think I was born in the wrong generation and my soul exists somewhere vintage. Maybe that's why I feel a connection with music record stores, the smell of cigarettes, ice cream shop dates, sunflower fields and mellow sunshine. The time when love was the name of long drives, handwritten notes and flower bouquets. The time when memories were captured on Polaroids instead of smartphones. The time when Wednesdays were specifically reserved for baking fresh bread. The time when grandma used to knit woolen frocks for her granddaughter and she used to feel like the queen of the world. The time when families weren't busy with their lives and weekends were the name of watching romantic comedies on their little television. The time when kids played outside and scrapped their knees instead of their hearts and real, genuine friendship existed. The time period that existed way way before all the worries of the world began. The simpler times. I was born in the wrong generation, my soul belongs to the 60s.