Those Good Old Days

By Shivangi

Laying on my bed wondering about those days that flashed the memories of the past. I finally felt that "my moment "coming back when I think of those all old memories all alone, going deep down in my thoughts and getting them out from every corner of my brain

The days that reflected memories of me in my childhood.

Memories are funny in a way that once one of them gets lost or forgotten Only the memory of that loss remains. A memory for a memory. Remembering childhood is hard.

You are just so little that you are not even the state to remember "how you even looked ". If you don't believe just try standing in front of a mirror .

Look at yourself now and the old pic when you were a child . In the first instance somewhere in your brain, you will think " I sure did look like a joker back" but even though looking like a joker doesn't matter because everyone still loved the way you looked then at that point of time.

Childhood, this part of your life flows so fast that you miss remembering every moment of it. In childhood, the only two things I remember of it was crying and me celebrating my third birthday. For real it's too hard to remember even though you try to, you fail to remember.

I am sure I don't remember it but my heart does it without a doubt that feeling and moment.

I hope that maybe when I wrote this last night and as I recite it to you now, my classmates and friends, we will create some amazing memories along our way in the future and always cherish them.

By Shivangi