Inside my first piggy bank

my first piggy bank.
haha. im so blur. the photos are in opposite order.

this is my first piggy bank.
pink and cute with animals.
i remembered how i loved the bunny on it.
so chubby fat and cute.
guess this is where my love for bunnies started.

i cut it open.
expecting to find a smattering of coins.
to donate to the zhang coin fund at the door.

but lo behold!
what treasures!

there was a strip of paper with my name.
oh man. such ugly hand writing.
lots of scraps of papers.
broken pieces of pencil lead.
random coloured pictures.
cut outs.

and the most significantly.
a hand-drawn coloured picture of a rainbow.
with many layers too!
imagine the effort i took to draw this rainbow.
so pretty and colourful!!
my love for rainbows started young too!

so much crap.
but every bit so dear.
i mean. i threw in so much crap.
like pencil lead. scraps of paper.
i asked my dad why did i throw so much rubbish inside!
den i think i knew.
cause i didnt have much money to save. but i like to save!
and feel the shiokness of saving!
so i threw in things to feel the shiokness of saving money.
like the shiokness of inserting things into it.

the things kids do.
such sweet memories.
of childish innocence.

ah. seriously.
i must have been a damn cute kid.
haha. yesyes. keep those vulgarities in you.

as i uploaded the pictures.
i remembered the day i messaged you in excitement.
it was pure excitement.
it was almost immediate.
like when i exclaimed at the contents.
took photos.
i thought about telling you pronto.
just like muscle memory.
why? i dont know. it was just that.

i miss my childlike innocence.
and my love for rainbows and bunnies.
i miss my life through rainbow tinted glasses.


And. To me. I think.
You will always be muscle memory.