I don't want to grow up. When I grow up, the dolls will be farther and farther away from me, the fairy tales will become dreams, and the old stories will only be dimly heard in my memories. ...... Now only homework, tuition classes, and studies accompany me.
I used to want to look for traces of my childhood in front of the TV; I used to want to look for my childhood shadows on the road; I used to want to look for my childhood old stories in my father's voice; I used to want to look for my childhood footprints in the bookstore. But I found nothing, I think, I have left in the memories of my childhood.
I didn't want to grow up! In my memory, time is like water, washing away my memories of my childhood. Maybe, in the future, I can only find my childhood in photos.
I don't want to grow up.