So I just went to a shelf where I have some books from when I was little. I took some of them and started looking page to page. Most of them were full of drawings, another ones had lyrics on them.
The first book I picked up was the first one I brought to my drawing classes.
The art style was so weird and it had so many mistakes... But it brought me back to when I drew it. I was a little girl again, sitting on a table with some good people... They were older than me. Teenagers. But they were so funny and made the class so much better. I'm still talking with who was my best friend back then. She was tall and pretty positive. We both liked Gravity Falls, which used to be our conversation theme.
I remember that every time I came to drawing class, she gave me a hug and we talked while drawing our stuff.
Sometimes the art school teacher had to come and ask for silence.
I never realized how much I miss being back then, when everything around was happiness and I didn't have to worry about toxic friends or bad teachers... I was just living my life.
I kept passing the pages, one by one. There were some things that could describe my personality back then. First you found a girl body with a pretty bad anathomy, and then on the next page you found a lot of cats, some pumpkins, a robot and a snail that was always smiling. Looking at that made me smile. It made me remember the kind of person I used to be. I was always so positive and pretty random. I was also very creative. I used to draw things out of nothing and imagine fantasy on the world around me. I didn't care about what I was wearing or what people thought about me cause I already thought they saw me as a good person. I liked to hug people (even though they didn't usually let me), and ask really weird things, not minding if the other person would find it awkward to answer or not.
Heh! I actually remember a conversation that I had with my dentist. My dentist! It was valentine's day and we talked about the boy I' liked'. Boy, I didn't even know what love was! I can't say I understand it now days, either. It's weird how I used to tell random people about my life with no fear. That must have been a complete headache to my mother!
I kept passing the pages until the book was over. I put it back on the shield and grabbed another.
This one had some texts written. I liked writing as a kid, and I still do. I actually have some pages with an history I had about a Christian Demon or something like that. I'll show later.
Noticing all this things just made me realize that things have changed and that nothing will probably be like it was before.
But even though being a kid was so fun and great, I'm not an adult yet. I still have a lot of things to learn from life and a lot of moments that will stick with me till the end of my time.
Now everything is new and I will be discovering what comes next.