Candy store

When people grow up, they have their great big memories of tiny small things and one of them is the candy store.

(everything i want is on the other side! why, oh why have they put this pane of glass right here, whyyyyy?!?!?!)

That is, if they want to have these memories. People who don't...
they really stopped existing once they grew up.

Willingfully stopping being a child is like turning into stone; it's becoming cold, bitter, boring and mundane.
There's also another way, when you stop being a child at a chapter in your life and later you regret it.
It sucks like toast without butter, but it can be turned back, because those great big memories of tiny small things still sit around in your head.
Just get a shovel, reach for them deep inside there and best for you is to write them down somewhere, or to draw pictures of them.

YAYZ candyz!!! I wants!



(woohoo! I think I've finally found my style!)


_{EDIT!
Changed the atmosphere a tiny little bit. ^^
The old version seemed too dark.}