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i was sifting through the drawers in my basement and i came upon a stack of pictures from when i went to Italy. Finding things like that have brought me to tears lately. I'm not quite sure why, but something about rediscovering my past makes me really sad. I look at myself in those pictures, which are already six years old, and try to remember back to then. i know that 6 years is short time, and this will be worse when i get older, but i wish i could still be who i was in those pictures. I was a tomboy, didn't care about clothes or boys or secrets or even grades barely. the worst part of it is that i see pictures, and i try to remember everything about that moment, what i was doing, where i was, just everything. and i remember most things, but i feel like everything that i experience before say... 8th grade happened to someone else. i feel like that when i think about it, i shouldn't, because i am intruding on someone else's past, someone quite different than who i am today. i want to remember everything, the people, the places, my thoughts and emotions and concerns, and go back to that. i feel guilty when i realize that i have forgotten about something. i want to remember everything, from the little video game Lia bought in a small weekly market in Bovolino to the time i told my parents to shut up and i got in severe trouble.
who was that little girl and how can i find her again?
who was that little girl and how can i find her again?