Taking advantage of some free time, I’m playing with my own spring. Come on, you flexible little thing.

As a kid, I used to get so happy playing with a spring—pulling down my pants and running into the house. Even now, playing with a spring makes me happy, but after a while, I just feel empty inside.

When I was young, I didn’t know what was so fun about a spring. Only after growing up did I realize—there are so many things more lifeless than a spring.

Back then, I didn’t call it “playing with a spring.” Even if someone pulled my ear, I wouldn’t listen. Now, no one says anything, but I can’t play like I used to.

As a kid, I thought growing up meant being flexible and resilient, so I looked forward to it every day. Turns out, growing up means paying the price just to be able to stretch. Playing with a spring is all about that persistent, unyielding spirit. Before, I only played with a spring when I was happy; now, I have to play with a spring to feel happy.

Back then, when I played with a spring, I thought sneezing meant someone was jealous of me. I imagined many people, but never thought it would be my future self. #BTC