Stack of photos..

The stack of photos I found, making the flow of memories return. I'm astonished at how much I've changed from the 8-11 year old to now :) I begin to wonder whether she would be proud or think as me as strange because the girl in the photos has truly gone, and quite frankly I miss her! I refer to her as a second person because I really don't recognise her, (me, myself).

Rethinking about how easy life was back then and not knowing decisions for my future and the stress of everyday life and issues which riddle their way through each and every persons life. Was great.

Being young kept us immune from that, not knowing. 

I love my life now I love my family and my friends but it's a whole new aspect from then..new people, new people which have became so much in my present now. My past self would have never come to thinking who I am today. 

I'm proud of who I am, and I'm proud of who I was. Much bigger( taller literally haha) more confident, but I want my past self to remain in me I don't want to forget, She will always be there and help me through my life until I...well that's a bit dark and gloomy :3