It’s so weird to look back. Suddenly everything looks so different to me, my way to think, the places I’ve been, the problems with which I gotta lead. I’ve never ever imagined that I’d thrill me just for reading what I wrote in the past. Even if it’s just simple words or stupid assumptions. I read sentences that today make sense, but I don’t remember what I was thinking of when I wrote it months ago.Well, I’ve been remembering all that time between my eighth grade and my current high school, all that missing part that I felt is alive again and in a blink of an eye I can feel it in my chest. I remembered some situations that I’ve left the time to take away from me, I’ve remembered poems that I left get into my heart some years ago. I’ve forgotten all my perspective of world, I left the years to take away all the explanations to the sentences I used to write on my notebook’s cover.
This afternoon, I had the opportunity to remember my childhood, but when I say childhood, I'm not referring that now I'm a grown up. No. I'm just a teenager searching for some sense in this totally crazy life with which I was presented. I've turned back time to when I was seven, maybe eigth years old. In that time I used to pass my afternoons at home, just with my grandmother, I didn't have many worries, not even responsabilities, I used to stay all afternoon watching cartoons on TV. But what made my heart tighten today were the memories from the times that my grandmother and I used to make some pranks. We had fun with somethings unusual for children of my age: we used to cook. Yeah, we used to pass our tedious hours making cookies, cakes, breads, and every kind of dainty that a seven year-old child likes to eat. Of course, we did all of this listening to my grandmother's favorite radio station. It was some comforting thing, and it just maddened my mom, because diet was something that did not exist when my grandmother and I stayed just we both at home.
All of this came into my mind this afternoon when my grandmother and I found ourselves together again in front of the stove, cooking some pudding for our famous cookie pie. But in this time the soundtrack was choosen by me.
These kind of day are the ones that makes us think in how life goes around and everything on it has a return, it's just wait, or better, don't wait, because then you will be catch by surprise, like I was taken today, and then the years are going to make the rest.
