Walking around the neighbourhood is something of an annual routine these days. Every little street has its own cache of remembered times from days gone by, and traversing the same old path gets me thinking about those memories – most of them fun, and especially nostalgic at thirty-one years of age, when secondary school becomes a distant era dating back to more than fifteen years ago.
They say time flies, but is it really? Countless little steps, immeasurable little changes have happened since. It’s fun to look back and say I wish I could get back to the days of yesteryear, but I guess I feel satisfied merely by recalling those past days, and knowing that I have gone beyond what I was, and continue to progress with every day that passes.