Maybe we have really grown up.
In the evening, I flipped the photo at random, and accidentally turned to the photo of my childhood, and could not help but evoke memories of the past.
Look at this, it was 12 years ago, I was holding a rag doll on the bed, I was young and ignorant, but full of innocence. Looking at it, I seem to hear a laugh that I can't help but want to hear again.
Look at that one again, I am sitting on a big ball, white skin, tender face, people can't help but want to reach out and touch. Bending over, holding the floor with both hands, the head lifted, and the eyes gleamed at the camera, like a magnet, attracting everyone's eyes. Looking at myself the day before, I couldn’t help but smile a little.
Dad said as he looked around; "Look at how cute you are when you were young, and always whisper when you talk. No matter where you go, even strangers will come over and touch you, hug you, and send you candy, and You take a photo, you have to be a little star."
"Look at this, although wearing a pair of glasses, it still can't hide the cuteness of your childhood."
I saw it, it was originally taken when I was in the kindergarten class. In the park, I leaned on the railing and brought a shy smile. Although I didn't pose, it was natural, innocent and cute.
In a blink of an eye, time flies, I am already in the fifth grade, it seems to be enchanted, not so naive, no longer so cute, no longer so elegant; now, although I am full of memories, but Become a secret of yourself, know shyness, need face, and have a strong self-esteem.
But really, really, it seems to be going to the past, back to that young, ignorant, but innocent, cute in the past.