In the green years, there are notes with friends, advice from family members, and guidance from teachers. On the road of life, we are struggling, and gradually grow into adults. We have the same and different worries, slowly solve them, and then slowly create new ones. We are a little numb but keep moving forward. I don't know when I became what I am now. I unintentionally opened the few words I wrote before, and time seemed to be pulled back. I sighed and my eyes were moist. That was mine, like a child.
Purpose: Transform youthful feelings into a story