Never go back

When I look at the past, every memory, every little fragment runs through my head
I miss the times I used to be innocent, freeminded, free
I miss the times I used to be imaginative and creative
I miss the worlds I used to create which only I understood and no one else
I miss the trees, the flowers and the sun shining on my bare feet
I miss running in the valleys, rolling down the hills.
I miss the friends I imagined in the worlds
I miss the time where everyone appreciated my imagination.
I miss the friends, worlds, thoughts.

I miss my younger self