I used to play with them when I was 4 years old...I still remember every story behind each of my toys...They've always been my favorite, and that's why I was so protective of them. I even remember the day when at the age of 5, I was sent to boarding school...I cried, begging to take my toys with me, but Granny said she'd take care of them.!!And now, they're still fine~giving me those nostalgic vibes(✿ ♡‿♡)











may be mean to zozo is childhood memory



