Is there like a correlation between age and the amount of sentiments that we feel? How come it's only when we grow older, do we actually look back and think, "hey, those days used to be golden?".
The golden days used to be the times when I was a young kid running along the beach with my sisters and dad, while mum sat down with her book, guarding the picnic mat. The golden days used to be the times when everyone was healthy and energetic, when the people I love weren't plagued with ailments and illnesses like they are now. The golden days used to be the times when the most upsetting thing that could ever happen to me was me running downstairs with my grandma to get an ice-cream but reaching just in time to see the Ice-cream Uncle with his goods already packed up and him starting the engine, preparing to leave.
I'm pretty sure the younger me just couldn't wait to grow up, and be like everyone else around her, instead of being the only child around, and being incapable of doing "grown-up" things like her sisters could. And she would throw the occasional tantrum, trying to reason with mum, "How come I cannot do this?". "Cause you're still young!" And she was probably sick of this.
Well I'm also pretty sure the current me would wish that she could have had a little chat with the younger me, and tell her that she's so, so wrong.
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