Memories

Going back to memories and what used to be is something that came to me the other day after I had walked through my old school. Somethings have changed, cuz I know when I was there the jungle gym was almost brand new, now I go back and it is faded and has so much graffiti. These are somethings that couldn't be stopped by me maybe by the people who did it but I had no way to control what they were doing. To go back and see what I thought was going to be forever gone was such a shocker. It was so strange to see something changed in where I had thought it was going to stay the same forever.

A memory could have you think it was the best place to live, the best place to be without a care in the world but the reality is that that was only a memory. Things change no matter how much you want them not to. Memories are a good thing to have and should never be forgotten or let go. Memories are your treasure and you are the only one to keep them.

This school gave me so many memories, and I met so many of my friends here. This place was so wonderful, I remember so much. The old red jungle gym that was taken down so that we had a better library and a computer lab. The new jungle gym that had better things to play on. There was the new teachers I met each year. There was the different bells for different grades and the freeze when the bell rings for you to go to class. There was the "No Running in the Halls" that the teachers said, but not many people listened. I remember them putting in portable class rooms while they make the others better. I remember reading for 20 minutes on the field with everyone else at school. I could never forget the Fun Run thing we did every year in October, which some people cheated on by folding their card but I never did. There were teachers and students runing which made it fun, as well they gave us oranges and water.

There was also the funny things the teachers made us do, each year there was something different but it was always fun to do. I remember learning multiplication and division in the 3rd grade, as well as cursive (which I still don't like to do). My 5th grade teacher made us do something that was new to everyone but it was still fun to do. It was that we had monitos ( at least I think that is how you spell it). We did it twice and I am glad we did it. I loved that school so much, I was sad to leave and sad that what was once there is gone. I guess that my memories are what make that place special to me and every thing that I have done there.

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