Walking along the street that I used to walk, looking at the happy schoolkids walking together by the road. I thought of the times when I was still young and without worries, walking this way everyday. Talking and joking with my friends as we made our way towards the bus stop.

Walking past the school that had kept me out of trouble for 6 years, I saw myself once again as a kid, awed by the size of the school. And that quadrangle that I had sat through so many mornings and afternoons. The canteen that held all the fond memories of birthday celebrations, farewell parties and not forgetting the annual teachers day when all our classmates return to sch. The basketball court that we played so many matches in.

All these memories came flooding back to me as I wandered aimlessly around my old neighbourhood. Everything looks so different now. I went to the interchange and thought of the times when I was waiting for bus number 87. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Nai Yu or Wing Yee. I remembered the fun we had on the bus playing and laughing and often creating a nuisance for the other passengers. I remember the friends that we made on the bus, the frequent coincidental meetings that brought us closer. I remember the nicknames we gave each other. The plans we thought up to disturb the unfriendly students from some other school.

I remember the past days. The days when I was having a crush on Wing Sum. The days when me, You Sheng and Ming Zhi were having hanging out at all sorts of places. The play that we tried to make. The para para dance moves that we were practicing. The coffin made of aluminium foil.

Now, there is no chance of reliving the primary school experiences. The memories will always remain as memories. And they will forever be kept close to my heart.