I'm a girl who loves all kind of memories, but lately I've been remembering some which I like to call "sweet old memories".
My "Sweet old memories" are like a compilation of my childhood and young memories, since the summer vacations, the plays with friends, the family Sundays, the school moments, a.s.o..
And most of the times I remember those moments because of simple things like smells, songs, photos and other things.
Then I realize how I miss that moments, where I was innocently happy and the troubles seamed so small.
Yeah, I can say that one of the though things of getting older is look back to that "sweet old memories" and want them back. But I also think that probably are those "sweet old memories" that give me strength to go on and face this world full of "hard" moments.