I sat outside the Mill Inn in Aldeburgh having a pint of Adnams in the sunshine at lunchtime while I watched my children Ben and Izzy cycle around in front of the fishing huts by the Moot Hall. The Moot Hall dates back hundreds of years.
What's special about what I was doing, was that I was doing exactly what my Dad Brian did when I was Ben's age. I remember cycling round the Moot Hall with my Mum and Dad sitting in the same spot watching me.
Now what's special about that, is that my Dad's Mum and Dad did exactly the same thing when my Dad was Ben's age. They sat in the same spot outside the same pub watching young Brian mucking about outside the Moot Hall too.
It felt good.
I then told this short story to my friends on Facebook, and was amazed at the positive response to it. One person said it was "the best thing he had read on Facebook in a long time". Another said "Things like that make you realise what's important in life" and other similar comments.
I love Facebook and all the other Social Media sharing tools where every minutiae of life can be disclosed to anyone who cares to read it. But it's the personal stories of real life where I believe it comes into its own.
Not everything that happens in life needs to be shared on Social Media, but where personal stories with real context are shared, they sure do pluck at the heart strings.