When I think back to this moment, I remember all the soft murmurs that together created one loud squeal, the colorful cloud of different tones that engulfed the children's bodies and the trembling feet on the ground differently leveled. The warmth of the many figures present was comparable to the warmth of the sun on a summer day in mid-July. I felt so familiar with these circumstances. The music was hilarious. I felt like we were a group, yet so individual. My heart pounding knew that this would once again be another nerve-wracking moment. Luckily I had the chance to share a meaningful moment like this with my classmates. It's unusual to think of an ever-impending separation between you and the people you grew up with throughout your childhood. The typical touches of an occlusion like this were all present. There was the music of Dutch Christmas songs, which was interrupted by our singing voices. We all sang, whether we had a good voice or not, no one felt the need to judge each other. I like to remind myself of my childhood experiences. My childhood felt like the safest place in my life so far. There was almost never anything to worry about. What we did during our time learning this jovial moment was connecting socially, which was not something expected but is something that just happened. I've never had to be insecure about the things I am now. I felt loved, because I was surrounded by all my classmates. We were in front of an audience and no one cared what they thought of them. All we did was try to entertain them and make the end of our trip together enjoyable and memorable. Just like now I raise my hand when I want to ask or answer a question... in the middle of the paper... a photo and I was as close as Monday and Tuesday. I still love them, even though I haven't been surrounded by their cute personalities for 4 years now. Memories continue to wander in my head and always will. I will remember the joy I saw through the sparkling glasses of some children and the joy of the children playing football on the grass field. The memories of this moment that I have captured in my mind evoke certain emotions in me. I miss the intimacy, the love and the way we all laughed at a stupid joke. I never saw my friends again, but maybe it's nice to have the ability to live a beautiful dream, instead of having the ability to create a change in our overall relationship. Little girls grow up, but I wasn't the only one. Everyone changes over the years, just like a caterpillar transforms into a beautiful butterfly.