There will be a time when you’re old enough to know that this world is not a fairy tale anymore. Then you might feel cold and empty, but you still have something to keep you warm inside, and that’s the sweet memories of childhood. Everytime I feel like that, I just close my eyes and see my little-self in a room wrapped in a blanket, cuddling my doll, looking at grandma knitting me a little jacket, and my mom peeling me an orange. I can even smell the sweet scent of the orange peels. And later, when my dad reads me a book, I look at the feathery snow through the window while listening to his voice. Childhood memories will always be my most precious belongings. And I will keep them safe in my heart.