Back in when you're 10 years old. That probably as far as you can go, I guess. Still remember where do you sit during your primary 6th grade? I do. It was by the window, overseeing the field and basketball court where I could just stare out at kids or space when I am bored. Or just stare blank at the clear blue sky watching how the clouds change shapes and float away.
15 years old. You hit puberty. You were a confused kid, emotional, low self confidence, timid and just to be alone all the time. You were never once the kid that runs around with that smile, or laugh and go around bully other kids. You were different. Perhaps this is what puberty means, you lose yourself and turn into a new one, where you leave the 10 year old of you behind and become a 15 year old teen, with a new attitude, new temper and new personality. By then, you thought you could take on the world. How stupid, yet silly.
20 years old. You still live on the dream believing that you can be anything and take on this world by yourself. I wish I still have that kind of dream or at least the confidence to take on that thought. Leaving home, you venture into an unknown place, perhaps somewhere far away to see the world, to study in a renown institute. Did I say study? Perhaps more accurately to learn to be more independent. This is where you realize what freedom is all about, how fun and scary can it be. How lethal that it can poison your thoughts and drown in it. Too much fun is never enough, but too much freedom is like swimming in an open ocean.
Memories. The nostalgic realm of familiarity, never ages, only immortalize as you live.
