18/04/2026
I visited my elementary school yesterday. As I walked and roamed around, passing by my old classroom, I realized how small everything felt, the chairs, the blackboard, even the entire room. Life was a lot simpler back then. I smiled as memories of my childhood surged through me.
As I continued walking, I felt how quiet the school had become. No kids running around, no shouting, no loud laughter, just the sound of the wind brushing through the tall, old pine trees.
Everything here is different now. Many improvements have been made, but the memories will always remain.
As we exited the school premises, a sudden rush of sadness hit me, followed by a realization: I didn’t just visit a place, I visited a version of myself, a version I will never be again.
Kamo ano an iyo mga dire makakalimtan nga memory han studyante pa kamo dinhi ngan ano ka nga batch?
