"Learn From The Past"

Why we need to remember our past?

Why we need to cry , to smile and to laugh?

So here's the story of my self, my childhood days , my past until present?

I am walking in a dark place.Sitting under a big tree.I feel the cold air that touch in my skin. I am alone with my self, wearing a pink dress.I close my eyes while my tears are fell in my cheeks. All my past memories, my childhoods days until present are comes in my mind.

We are living in this world that full of happy people. But for me, I am living alone. I'm a person who loves being alone , easily get hurt with someone I love. I'm not that person who loves parties and make-ups. I just want to be alone with myself thinking of a thing of what I can do.

I'm a boring person that people doesn't want me to be with them.

I remember the first time I get afraid of one insect it was my elementary days.

A insect that has many fur , looks like an ordinary worm.

At that time , we are standing under a tress with my playmates. But then, I saw them they hold a house of hairy or woolly caterpillar , they try to get near it to me then I run and cry because of that small insect. Since that day , I get afraid of it until now and for me, that was the most embarrassing moment that I've experienced .

My elementary days is one of my memorable moment that I experience in my whole life. It is the happiest childhood days.I learn how to play with my playmates, learn how to write and read.

The first time I learn to write with my self , with my own because my mom said to me that she doesn't teach me how to write. So since elementary I write in my own way..

Until now, I try to write in a normal way but I can't.

First day of class when I was in junior high school. Every time I write , my classmates laugh and some of them are amaze. They always asking me

"WOW!!! why are writing like that?" . I feel shy at that time so, the only one thing that I always answer to them is "I don't know." I can't answer them because I can't answer my self too.

Childhood days is a experience that we will never forget. It is the moment that the one thing that we know is to PLAY and ENJOY.We don't know the word LOVE .Before , we cry because our classmates get our candies or we are stumble but now, we cry because we get hurt just because of someone who can't love us back. We cry because they hurt us not physically but emotionally. I remember the first time I fall in love. The first time I get hurt and cry.

A black handsome boy, funny person, loving , tall and talented.He courting me at list about one year. We are happy but he's not contented to me. We broke up , we decided to separate.Even though we're not meant together, people always saying that if their is someone living you , even though we get hurt many times.Someday we find our the one , who can be with us until last. A person who are willing to sacrifice, to cry, to love us , who can fight for us. AS person who can call our mine. And I hope that my present will be my last.

My life is not interesting unlike the other people around me. My family are not perfect. I realize , when we are child. We though that our parents are perfect but days, months or years had past. We are thinking of it that our parents are not really perfect.

There are a times that my parents are arguing. I cry because of them .When I was in junior high school.My father got sick. He has mild stroke. He's a farmer , a hardworking man , always tired because of us.

Since that day until now , I feel useless. I think it's all my fault . My mom always mad at me . They can't appreciate all that right things that I always do. If I go back to the past.I will do everything . I will do all the right thing that I didn't do from the past . We don't want to regret. We want correct our mistakes.

We learn a lot from our past. We laughs, smile and cry.But even though we got hurt , we also want to go back in our past. Our life are full of secrets and mysteries.Our life is private but sometimes we need to express or share it to other people or one people who can keep our biggest secret.