I could smell the cool morning fragrance and the birds chip-chirping.

I could smell the cool morning fragrance and the birds chip-chirping.

I looked calmly around Manana Elementary School. Sweat dripped from the back of my head and ran down the back of my body. I could smell the cool morning fragrance and the birds chip-chirping. I saw that the school was the same as it used to be when I came to the school for the first time. I was standing in the center of the brightly-green upper field of the school on my two feet. This was where I had my first recess. All those times chasing my friends will always be a memory. Right in front of the field, there was our small library. It was the place where I expanded my knowledge and got to know the world a whole lot better using my imagination. To my left was “C” building, to the right, “F” building, behind me, “G” building, and to the northwest of the field, “A” building. I walked at a slow pace to “A” building, where my kindergarten class was. It was at room A3. The door was dark red, just as I remembered. I began to think about my kindergarten teacher, the first teacher I ever had, but she was nowhere in sight. I thought she might have retired. I thought about the past, squinting my red eyes a little. Ghostly pictures and sounds was what I saw and heard. I could picture meeting my first friend, my first teacher, my first scolding, and the fun activities we had. I could actually imagine the memories of fun-filled laughter, learning, and fun. When I thought about the past, it was a feeling that the newspaper just flew right by or birds flying higher and higher into the sky and going away. It made me also think about the future too. I also had pictures in my mind looking back at first through fifth grade. All those times playing kickball at recess, singing in chorus, learning cursive and the recorder in third grade, playing the ukulele in fourth grade, and even learning karate from my fifth grade teacher, happened so quickly. I enjoyed every minute of it. Next, a gust of wind blew at my…


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