My childhood is a collection of sparkling fragments, precious moments that flicker like fireflies against the ever-changing canvas of time. Each memory is a portal, a well-worn page in a cherished book that I can revisit at any moment. 

 

Back then, the world brimmed with magic. I reveled in fantastical stories and reveled in the silly faces I could contort in a mirror, chasing the whims of reflected rainbows. My friends and I were intrepid explorers, venturing into alternate dimensions within the familiar nooks of our village. One particular spot, an intersection etched in my mind, became a constant source of inspiration, a place where imagination bloomed into vibrant colors.

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Of course, childhood isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Lurking in the shadows was my greatest nemesis - the snake. Thankfully, that fear is a relic of the past (fingers crossed!).

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This collection is a testament to those cherished fragments. Each memory has been transformed into a piece of art, a story woven into threads that repeat, reminding me of the cyclical nature of life and the enduring power of the past.

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"Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect."