I looked at the world with rose-tinted glasses.
I was still exploring my neighbourhood.
I would go to my grandparents house very often and everytime I won some prize. Now I don’t win prizes(because I don’t participate in any competition.)
I was a crazy school going kid with all the idealism on earth.
I ate curd-rice for lunch almost everyday.
My grandmother’s home was full of life. My grandfather was alive and he would appreciate me for all my small accomplishments.
I had someone to tell me that I looked like a princess(my grandfather).
I was almost completely absorbed in improving my musical skills(carnatic classical music).
I just dreamt of eating ice-cream.(My father was very scared my throat would go sore again).

I had just become an R.K.Narayan fan. I dreamt of becoming a writer oneday.

I had multiple career dreams.

I was pretty scared of talking to boys.

I was less accepting of the westernised society.