Oh, nostalgia. It’s why we still want to talk to our estranged middle-school best friend, 20 years later. It’s why we will do anything for grandma’s mashed potatoes, even though we hate mashed potatoes. It’s why we all love that one book from when we were a teen we now realize is kind of silly. I don’t know if anyone is immune to nostalgia’s charms — everything seems better, shinier, and easier after you’ve already done it. You know how the story ends.
