Striking

I can't think of anything today, or even this year, that had as great an effect on me as today. I visited my old school that I had last attended a long, long time ago. I wrote about this already, so... I don't feel like rewriting it now. This is how it is though-- "I put it in the mailbox and left, sitting on the old swings me and my friends used to play on, going to the spot on the field we always met at, sitting back at our lunch table, and then I noticed… something carved on the edge of the table. I didn’t know who wrote it, but… it reminded me of my friends. It said, “We haunt this table forever.” I’m not kidding. At that moment I smiled. Now I get it, and somehow I’ve tried to piece it together. Before me and my friends, there were others who loved that table and didn’t fit into any stereotype. They had memories for this school too, memories that made you happy but severely isolated when you know you can’t go back. This school is home of many generations, over and over, and everyone’s ghost is there, even though each of us is forgotten, each of us erased with time." That's what I wrote for my school blog. I can't think of another time I felt that lonely, isolated, yet happy and nostalgic all at the same. So, yeah, that was today when I visited my old elementary school! It was a blast visiting it like this, even so, because before this I had just visited the hellish place known as my old middle school. I hated that school, no good memories were left behind for me at ALL.