Those Days in My 10’s(YSM)

I have lived out 19 years of my life without noticing it. Looking back to those days in my 10’s, I have experienced happiness and sorrow, success and failure; I have learnt to be tolerant, independent and mature. Thank my dear parents and friends, who accompany me going though those precious days in my 10’s.
I still remember those dull days when I was forced to play the piano everyday, feeling upset and unfair, for other children could go out playing while I must sit in front of the piano practicing the same tune again and again. But when I recall this memory, something else comes to my mind: I see my parents leading their life pinching and scraping, taking out every penny in our home, borrowing much money from relatives, just wanted to buy their little daughter a piano.
I still remember my happiest days in middle school. We rode double-bicycle hanging out at weekends, described our dreams vividly and boldly, ate our favorite ice-creams without sorrow and anxiety, did our math homework in English class while did our English assignment in Chinese class feeling guiltlessly; we carefully calculated how much our canteen would earn from our lunch and felt our heart ache facing such a big number; we might be extremely happy for no rhyme or reason, and also burst out crying after reading a sad love story; we always said we were afraid of nothing, because we were young.
I won’t forget the first day I entered high school, jostled my way through the crowd and saw my name on the paper pasted up on the wall, and then began the long and tough studying period. In order to be admitted by an excellent university, everyone spared no efforts on studying. Forgetting day or night, for the sake of not being left behind, we buried ourselves into endless books and papers. After 3 years’ hard working, we stepped into examination halls nervously and uneasily…Think of the past years, they were filled with sweat and tears, however, I really prize those unforgettable days which taught me a lot in life.
I won’t forget the days before we were parted. We went to barbecue, KTV, cafes, restaurants…to reunion before say goodbye. Every get-together was unique, but always had something in common: we were loath to part with each other. Songs and laughter filled the room, nevertheless, we still could feel the sorrow behind the superficial happiness and harmony. We all have our own dreams and will always try our best to make it come true. What we can do for our dear friends sees no more than our sincere wish for them, may they succeed.
Though these are pieces of the treasured memory in my 10’s, and those days have gone with the wind, I will cherish them forever. I do believe for everyone there must be something you bury deep into heart in order not to forget. Please, next time when you feel lonely and depressed, bring them out and recollect the sweet taste once so enchanted you.