I've just found some old photos of me. Some when I was very young and some are of the very beginning of my teenage years. ...I look happy. really happy. A real genuine happy smile. Why don't I remember times like that? Why can't I remember when my smile was real, when I was actually happy? I don't remember a time when I was. But I get to watch that smile fade with pictures. When I was a little girl I looked like all the rest. I'm just beaming. My eyes even have that glimmer. The glimmer faded soon. I still had a real smile, but the spark left. Then the smile left too. ...but then it came back. I know the difference though. That smile wasn't real. But...I don't even remember the fake smiles now. Is it worth it?