The music and article, remind me of the good old days. (No, not that the current life is not good.. )
But it reminds me more than that…
Not too long ago (maybe), I never thinking about my past. I mean, what’s there to think? Future, beautiful future, keep coming. There’s so much to hope and dream. Why bother the past?
Yesterday, Siew Mei met her neighbour, a boy about 16.
“wow.. you are so tall now.. which year are you studying now?” she said
She told me “Last time, the boy was just such a small boy!!”
“Girl, those words only come from aunties, seems like you are getting old.. ” I told her jokingly..
And today, I’m reading a post reminiscing his good old day.
The post written by my “old” friend’s little brother, the boy who was such a small boy.
Awww… does that mean I’m super old now?
reminiscing = old
seeing small boy growing big = older
seeing small boy growing big and reminiscing = OLDER THAN OLD!