Starting in 2015, MyRetrospect.com was the place for baby boomers to tell their stories. Each week, we posted a prompt and invited boomers to think back and share forward their life stories, memories, thoughts, joys, and sorrows. By publishing stories and comments over the years, we built a thriving community of readers and writers.

In 2025, as new stories dwindled, we closed MyRetrospect.com to new members, new stories, and new comments. The site remains an archive of almost 3,500 contributed stories that comprise the collective mosaic of a generation. We invite you to browse by prompt, search by author or keyword, or let us surprise you with stories selected at random.

Enjoy! And thank you, loyal Retrospect writers and readers, for your support and for your stories.

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Today's Stories from the Retrospect Archive

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Shades of Blue
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This painting, called High Jinx, would have been a dramatic centerpiece for our living room, which has light blue walls.
Aerograms, a Pen Pal, and a War
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I mostly remember taking my fountain pen and writing tiny, neat lines to cram the most onto the aerogram sheet.
A Doggerel for the 60s
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It’s the Age of Aquarius, a 60s party, get your flower power on ...
Repeating Fifth Grade
I started teaching on my 21st birthday, and my 36 students were just 10 or 11 years younger than I.
The Rose Garden
I still have her pictures somewhere on my phone, but more importantly, I have the memory of sharing those wonderful summer [...]
96 Tears
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There are times when I regret thinking it was a good idea to have my own website when I don't know how it works.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
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Proper spelling has always come naturally to me, and I'm happy that I was able to pass that trait on to my children.
A Union Town
I come from Detroit. My family was in the automotive industry. My great uncle, Meyer Prentis (Uncle Meyer) was the Treasurer [...]
Ghosts
Or maybe that’s part of why I eventually “ghosted” him. I didn’t yet have the maturity, the empathy, the compassion that [...]
The Day I Discovered Socks Were Optional
Life before my Great Sock Liberation Day, as I call it with a yawn-inducing lack of drama, was a symphony of socks: cotton, [...]

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Inspiration for this prompt was to see the list of past prompts, then think back and share forward your Writer’s Choice story!

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