Prompt from here.
In 1995, life was easy.
The only thing she had to worry about is whether there’s green pea in her soup or carrots.
In 1995, life was nice.
Mama and Dada were always home when she finished class, asking what she did at school that morning.
In 1995, life is colourful.
She managed to colour within the lines and Miss Teacher framed her work on the classroom wall.
In 1995, life is new.
She read different books everyday.
In 1995, she was five.
And she was happiest kid in the world.