It's just my personal life of more than ten years, and I regard it as my decent and reserved memories.
Of course, I am not exposing everything about myself. When people recall, even themselves will be beautified. I want to show you my memory after beautification. It may not be completely in line with reality, but it is definitely in line with my heart.
It sounds like I'm pretending to be profound when I say this, but when I'm recalling it now, aren't I just recalling a child's story as an adult?
The "I" written in the book is not who I am now. I assume that the protagonist is just a child who has nothing to do with me. I assume that I have some kind of system and browse her life.
Intention: growth