Nostalgia for me is a mixed bag; for one, back when I used to live in this tiny house with my mom and brother when I was little, those times were some of the best times I have ever lived, the times when I used to play with my toy cars or imagine a whole universe with my toys with my little brother. It was the epitome of living a great childhood; however, once I reached the double digits of my age, things went south fast. I won’t talk about what happened, as I am saving that for a whole thread, but long story short, because of what was going on, we had to move to this small apartment. I wouldn't say it was bad; it was just different from the tiny house that I was used to. Then, after some other events, we moved to our grandma's apartment, where I now live. These past few years have been a rollercoaster at best. Everything is peaceful now, but the things I had to witness will probably stay in my mind forever.
Bringing us back to the topic, I have nostalgia for my younger years the most; during my preteen- early teen years, however, I just hope to forget one day. I’m thankful, though, that at least for my late teen years(which is now, I’m 16), I get to enjoy going outside by myself, taking some time to go on walks and just enjoy the beauty of my city and the small glimpses of nature that I see. Hopefully, when I am on my deathbed, I will remember those times and my younger years more. So that I can die peacefully in this brutal life
You can only dream
-snow
