Just this afternoon, I saw two little boys coming out of the gate of my old elementary school. I thought that it would be nice if I stop by and look around because I've had a busy schedule lately and I need to relax somehow. I entered and started walking around. It's been 10 years since I have visited this place.
It's difficult to describe the feeling of seeing the same building in a different light. The classrooms have gotten older and worn out but the overly bright curtains are still present. This was our science room where the only thing that I could remember were the popsicle and ice candy sold by our very own teacher.
As I walked more, I remembered the little me who was walking on the same road. What was I thinking at that time? Did I ever wish to be a top student? To enter a prestigious university? To join concerts? Or to travel around the world? Maybe not. I guess the little "Noeme" only wished to have a better lunch box because she disliked eating fish everyday (guess it can't be helped if your father is a fisherman). Under these trees, me and my friends would eat our lunch and we discovered that if you eat fried egg and fish together then it would taste like chicken (hahaha! who are you to question a child's palate?)
This orange room bathed by the pretty afternoon sunlight was where we used to have our "rugby glue session" (LOL!). Seriously, this was a storage room and whenever we need to prepare for props (which involves a lot of rugby) for any festivals we do it here. I think it is used differently now.
I know I should be sad if the classrooms used by young children are old and worn out but honestly, I love it. Old buildings have stories to tell. This place is the room for our childhood ghost stories. Every afternoon after class, I gather my group named the 'Ghost Busters' around this area and we start hunting ghosts in each classroom although we always end up making stories for the sake of our dear audience the next day.
I'm lucky I was born in a time when you are not too pressured to follow trends and you can just enjoy being a child. Thanks, Francisco Bustamante.
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