Memories can change our way of seeing
Watching my kids playing on the playground with other kids reminds me of my own childhood and how carefree everything was back then. The other kids didn’t care how I dressed or looked, they didn’t care how to perform at school or how much money my parents had. However, they did care about how I felt or they always asked me to play with them. If something change in our neighborhood they noticed the change and they were talking about it. I had a happy childhood and I know I’m lucky to be able to say that. As we grow up, we slowly begin, to see the world’s harsh realities.