One day I found some memories in a box.
It was some old memories.
It was memories from when I was new in the world.
When I didn’t know about the world outside my door.
When the world was mine to discover, and now I have discovered it.
Or have I..?
I got older and went out the door saw new things, and thougt i had seen it all.
But I got a little older and countries came. The world, wars and shame.
I got wisdom with age to share with my friends.
And became aware the differences a person could make with his own hands.
Use them to good and not for bad.
Beacause when your older you want to have a box with as many good memories as you can.