I hated the folk dance at the sports festival. And yet, just through the sound of indoor shoes I remember, that moment when we joined hands. …. Actually, as it was PE, wouldn’t it be gym shoes? Oh well. Looking back at it now, maybe it wasn’t the dancing itself, but how I didn’t like to be told to dance. The feeling of doing something without any input from yourself. Yeah, maybe the folk dance isn’t that bad after all. Could it be the same as thinking “I should’ve studied harder,” as a working adult?

“Memory, be beautiful.”