Remember those times when everything was easy? When all of us were carefree? When nothing affects our way of thinking and inflicted true sorrow?

There was always those days when nothing else mattered, but our happiness. When our everyday and true priority was to have fun, to make friends.

We always hoped to grow up in those times, yet now, we wish to rewind time and go back. What we've become as we grow up is a true question, a curiosity, a mystery. How could we have been so immature then to be so cold, realizing the real, cruel world?

Because of the process of growing up, we all have changed. For the better, or to become worse. More isolated, busy, exhausted, and tired of the world.

Now we look back to see how wonderful it used to be as children. As kids. As active pests. Resembling immaturity. Resembling joy. Resembling...

Freedom.

We come so far, fallen so far from the tree, only to grow into our own tree. Do we look back and regret, or do we move on?

Ignorance, bliss, adventures, bravery, the words that describe our childhood days. Day with no mind of danger, and mom's always prepared with bandages.

Now, we are the ones who have to be prepared for the challenges of life, just like our parents. When did we go through the time portal and land here?

It's too bad for us now, but we will still get through. Kids have no idea of the great fortune that has been bestowed upon them. Yet, it's these kids who will actually find joy in life.

It's us, who will try to live the younger days. Us too, living with so many imperfections. Us, being mindless. Us, doing unspeakably stupid things. Us...cold and alone, depressed with regret.

Drugs, drinking, cutting. We probably all know of at least one of these people. Even the underage ones.

But we'll live.

We'll seek our true goal and live as we want, seeing as we do things our own way.

Our own minds.

Our own days.

Our worked for, hard-earned, or forced freedom.

It may not be as sweet as before, but we are grateful for it if we have experienced the hurt. It may not be the same, but we love it because it is a rare occurrence in this indespicable world.

We'll all come through one day. I believe in us.

And cookies, of course.