Yeah, every time a flick shows a familiar street or a worn-out kitchen table, it’s like the film’s got a key and the old memories jump out of their boxes. I’ve watched that same sunset over the river in a movie and suddenly remember the first time I sold fish on that pier, the salt on my skin and the gulls squawking. It’s funny how a few seconds on the screen can flip your own story, making you laugh or cry at the same time. That’s the power of nostalgia—reminding us that we’re all just characters in our own living films.