It's quite amazing where I met my friends. Locker slamming loud, students chasing each other down the hallways. Teachers yelling telling them to quit running or they might injury themselves. The bells would ring and everyone would start to runs into their class. Sitting in rolls of desks talking their buddies right next time them, until the teacher would start class. Passing notes to each other while the teacher wasn't looking. Whispering answers back and fourth when the teachers gave us tests or quizs. Holding our breaths every time when having a one on one conversation with our teachers. Smells like we were talking to a junkyard, or something that had came from the toilet sewers. Chasing after my friends out in the playground playing cops and robbers after eating lunch.
Walking through the same hallway where kids once was chased each other, noticing that there are now cameras on every corner. "Man this hallway is so big, A firetruck can fit through!" I once said. And now that its been awhile, it seems as if a bicycle can't even fit through. Classrooms filled with tables and chairs, younger teachers and staff members. Over seeing the lockers that once stand tall are now just like an anthills in my backyard. Half the playground taken over by a new building the school had just recently build and used by the kindergardens. The memories are still here.
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