When i was little, i used to have obsession on collecting many odd things. Such as pretty used wrapping paper, curled up wood, and stones. One of them includes Sylvanian Families, you know those tiny collectable miniature houses and furnitures with tiny animal statues thing? I used to be mermerized at the sight of these irresistible teeny things cause the idea of our everyday items shrunken 100x its original size and made that realistic-lys just simply cute :3 I would always annoy my mom by dragging her to the toy store at the mall just to have a look at the displayed items and we would always end up buying a piece to add in my collection. Another weird thing is that my mom used the advantage of my obsession to make me reach my goal and such. You know, when you were young and your parents would go 'if you score me a 90+ on your exams i'll buy you a blackberry!' to encourage our innocent minds? I didn't want any trending gadget as a gift before and id rather have these sylvanian families stuff, and now i wonder why.
So, now my whole collection had remained untouched for more than a year, huddling in the corner of my shelf collecting dust, abandoned since I've recently lost interest at them. I gathered them all yesterday cause they've turned really filthy and wasted a whole pack of wet tissues just to clean those thing. Cleaning one by one made me miss my childhood. The way how little things were able to satisfy me easily and how id manage to spend countless hours just simply staring and rearranging them.
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