Searching For A Story

I've travelled to so many places and search for something that was worth writing. Hence I'm trying my luck at my grandma's house and see whether I can find a story that will spark the hope out of me again. Maybe a simple thing like the sound of my grandmother walking in the morning or maybe the smell of sweet grass. All I know, I need to write something that has been missing from me in awhile for so long.
There are times or should I say rare weird times that my head just talks to me( in a good way ) about simple stuff, like the passing trees as we drove to my grandma's or maybe the journey itself, the shape of the cloud and the little memories you go through when you were small. Example, on the way to my grandma's, we have to pass a lot, full of tractors, and when I was small I used to say that all of those tractors belongs to my brother. That was because he owned one, the toy version of course when we were small and I destroyed it ( I was five by the way ) and my mum would agree with me. Though now, it's obvious my brother doesn't own all the tractors that was there. Than there were also little temples along the road that we see every single time we came to visit our grandma, but our aunts and mother never really called them temple, hence, they say the dwarfs live there so we won't ask many questions. The temple was and still is cute and pretty till this day. We still talk of it till this day and laugh out of our stupidity. One last thought that always goes through my mind would be a little secret that nobody knew. When I was little, I would sit on my mum's lap or sometime lay and look out the window. I would always see clouds looking like elephants, horses, the waves and so many other things and make up stories from all those creatures that I see in the clouds. It was fun and till this day I still do that on rare occasions.
I guess if my younger self could see me now, she would freak out. I'm nothing to what I expected to be when I was young. Yet I know, after awhile of digesting all the thoughts and accepting the fact she would be this person she is now, she would not change a thing. I was that little girl who was oblivious and ignorant towards the world ( still is according to some *sigh* ) and after going through some phases, I am still learning. I guess that's why, when my friend asked me, if there was one day I could relive again in the past, one mistake that I could take back, would I ? and Which day would that be? I told her, I wouldn't, because if I didn't do all of those mistakes, I won't be this girl I am today. I make mistakes because I'm a normal human being and that's my saving grace. Human beings are not perfect but I am perfect at being a normal human being. I am perfect at being myself and not others. You are perfect at being yourself and not others.