My childhood

I don’t remember everything from when I was younger, just the small moments. Sometimes I wonder how I even remember anything, and why is it so random. Why I fall asleep to a memory I once lived and why I dream to go back. Often I just lay in my bed, take of my glasses and cry. Cry because of the things I didn’t do. There are things I think I could’ve done. Study a little bit harder, said sorry for the things I had done and most importantly, savour the moments that were slowly going to drift away into the distant past. Moments such as hanging out with my childhood friends in the school playground or singing as loud and out of tune as I can during karaoke, not caring about how bad I was singing or sitting in the car on those late nights back from home from trips with my family. I would just sit in the backseat, leaning my head against to the car window and fall asleep to the sounds of music on the radio. That was when the music really hit. Songs then were the good ones, the ones that everyone secretly loved when you played it out loud. The songs that just keep you going and will still be nostalgic to this day. Songs like that don’t play on the radio anymore. There was a video I found recently playing some of these songs. Soon as I heard the first song I started to cry. I commented on it saying how much I missed my childhood. 4 years later I checked on the replies to my comment and started crying again. People were talking about their childhood, and how they relate to me and now I’m thinking how getting older is just a part of life. It will always happen and maybe for the worse or for the better. What made me really break down was seeing someone else’s comment on the video. They quoted Winnie the Pooh. This has to be one of my favorite quotes of all time,

“We didn’t realize we were making memories. We just knew we were having fun.”