Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
I’m living in such a stress these days that I can’t think calmly in good memories, old or recent ones. I only can occupy my mind with the present problems. It would be great to stop worrying and look into the past searching for the good old times. I had a happy childhood. Plenty of good memories. I’ve tried looking some old pictures, but they saddened me. Those days are gone. The innocent faces have transformed for ever. My brother and my sisters have moved to different cities. My dad is no longer alive. Those pictures brought me sweet memories. But also painful ones. I’ll leave them for another day. I think I’m gonna cry. There is a storm. Thunders. It’s raining heavily. Today is not my best day to dig in memories.