When I was a child, I always fantasized about growing up, but when I grew up, I always thought about my childhood. When I was a child, I always thought about why, why the sky is blue, the clouds are white, why other children's candies are sweeter than mine (even if they are the same), why I am always the slowest in the queue. As I grow up, I have learned a lot, but I always feel that something is missing. I will no longer believe in a person wholeheartedly, and I will no longer believe in fairy tales. When I grow up, I no longer believe in fairy tales, I wander in reality, and I recall my childhood in reality.