I miss my grade school days, where all I worry about is when will recess come, eat all the chocolates I want. Those days when my father would just carry me on his shoulders. When my mom would let me help her make a simple chiffon cake. When me and my sister would quarrel then make up in a split second. When I could just get bruised and not mind if it will leave a scar or not. The time when I didn’t care if I’d gain weight by eating too much. I didn’t have to worry about guys, broken hearts and Losing friends.

I miss the “younger” version of me.