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Dear Diary, Today was a special day because dad took the box of old things and decided to look through it with us. Even though I've seen it a few times, I always find something "new." There were things in there that I'd never seen before, like a cell phone with a keyboard or a strange music player that had a kind of tape. Old people are so funny (*＾▽＾) So, he took out some photo albums, and mom explained that back then, cameras used film and that you couldn't see the photo right away; the photos had to be developed, but developed for what? I didn't really understand, but for some reason they took out my and my brothers' baby albums. Well, looking at this photograph, every time I do, it makes me laugh. Mom says that at that time she wasn't working and stayed home taking care of me and my big brother because my little sister hadn't been born yet. Besides, she said that my dad didn't earn much, so we didn't have much to play with, except for going to the playground that was near our old house. I still go there from time to time, but it's changed a lot. I don't remember much from that time, but my big brother used to say that it was my favorite place in the world, that if I could, I would spend the whole day there, running from one side to the other without stopping, and he would try to make sure I didn't get hurt (￣ω￣) I looked at that photo for a few minutes, and it was clear that I was so happy even though we had so little. Why is that? Maybe we grow up and start to understand how things work? Or maybe we value things that don't need to be valued? I used to love spending time with my big brother, and I still do, but he's been so busy that he doesn't have time for me. Maybe I'll invite him to go to the playground with me, like the old days? Nah, that would be too silly, and he'd think I was weird. I don't have an answer, at least not today, but I promise, my dear diary, that I'll think about it and I'll remember this picture, because maybe things don't have to be complicated. |
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