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When I look at my childhood photographs, I see the reflection in the mirror of the child I once was. I see myself in different guises: sometimes as a mischievous and lively child, sometimes sitting quietly in the corner of the room with a book in my hands. My earliest memories of myself take me back to a distant past, to a world where everything was simple, clear, easy, and beautiful.

Looking back, it can be said that all these memories of childhood fill me with joy and warmth. Whether it’s the feeling of summer and complete freedom or other moments of carefree childhood, these bright flashes of color and light fill the void around the little child inside me. I remember the feeling of flight and happiness when the world around me was safe and full of adventure. These memories leave traces and influence the person I have become today.